Georgiezine

In November,I visited Port Pirie, which provided me an opportunity to visit the cathedral where my grandparents were married. Lest I got too excited about how nice it looked, this is the rebuild-the original cathedral was burnt down in the 50s. The Missions to Seaman building, with the lovely blue/white Wedgewood style plaque, was near the Greek? church, and then the Bushells sign completed that blue streak. I do love the hand-painted advertising signs: Bushells, Rosella; there are many in Broken Hill. Another thing I love is attending picnics and parties in the park. We held the Kid's first birthday in Tusmore Park, and attended Zavi's party in Kensington Park-here he's partaking in the sack race, he refused to get out of the sack and won a pencil case for "most enthusiastic" participant.

Friday night I invited myself along with Adam and Rachel and the No 1 scrabble player from WA and Simon (newly relocated to Leichhardt and in shell shock at the difference between small town Adelaide and big smoke Sydney) to go to some basement venue in Twin Street. The venue was so small as to be highly difficult to attend, unless you were friends with the performer. We were there to see Rachel's friends, a trio of female DJs, she assured me the audience would all be their circle.  Due to the technology being a DJ these days only involves clicking a few times to queue up a few songs and a lot of sitting at the ledger trying not to look bored. I assured Russell he could return to WA and reassure his peeps he had mingled with the cream of the cream of Adelaide's hip society, that he couldn't get any better, on a Friday night, than hanging out in a basement level venue, discretely lighted, being served diminishing supplies of Coopers Vintage Ale (Simon assured me that it...