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One of my earliest childhood memories is of visiting a hardware shop with my father.&lt;/div&gt;
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I must have been about four or five and I remember wandering off on my own and exploring the aisles with a sense of wonder.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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There was the smell, first of all, a kind of pungent metalicky scent.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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And then there were all the little plastic compartments filled with the most curious screws and nails and round metal bits, which you could purchase individually for about 10 cents each.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I vividly remember picking out some screw - perhaps a nut with a bolt - and asking my father to buy it for me.&lt;/div&gt;
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I was always wanting things.&amp;nbsp;And he often said no.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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This time he probably said no, too, but&amp;nbsp;even if I wasn't allowed to take home that nut and bolt, my fascination with hardware shops, and all that they contained, remained.&lt;/div&gt;
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So when I had to buy some spack-filler this week (mishap with screw while trying to hang a lighting fixture), I became mildly interested by the task.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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And the closest hardware shop to home is Carroll's Hardware on William Street; a place I had never been but was looking forward to visiting.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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The shop is jam-packed with stuff: masking tapes, rulers, staple-guns, paint, hammers, screw-drivers, weird hooky things, weird plastic things, buckets, shower curtains, hoses; everything you could imagine and more: a pink manicure kit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I wished to roam the aisles undisturbed but was immediately accosted by the friendly shopkeeper (Mr Carroll?) who quickly led me to the spack section.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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After I selected my spack, I left him and moved on around the shop, looking for interesting things.&lt;/div&gt;
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There were aisles to explore and even a mysterious upstairs section stocking wood and building supplies.&lt;/div&gt;
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There were reels of chains and ropes in various colours, and an entire aisle devoted to gardening products (I searched in vain for the clay balls I need to create a humidity tray for my new "orchid farm".)&lt;/div&gt;
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But the best bit was when I went to the counter and started chatting with Mr Carroll (?).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Can you find him in this picture:&lt;/div&gt;
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The Carroll family have been operating a hardware shop on William Street since 1923.&lt;/div&gt;
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Their first shop was on the northern side of William Street, backing on to Judge Lane, between Dowling and Forbes streets; today consumed by No Birds car rental.&lt;/div&gt;
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This picture from the City of Sydney Archives (above) was taken in 1954, when trams scuttled along William Street on their way to the city centre. How lovely and colourful and quiet do they appear when compared to the buses that now storm down this path.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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That chap, crossing the street in the brown trench coat, may have just visited Carroll's Hardware and it's highly possible he has a nut and bolt, or a screw-driver, in his pocket.&lt;/div&gt;
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By 1972, there were no more trams on William Street, and that year Carroll's Hardware moved to a building on the corner of William and Bourke streets, on the left in the photograph above, just where the van is pulling out.&lt;/div&gt;
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They stayed there for 25 years - until 1997 - before moving to their present location at 163-165 William Street.&lt;/div&gt;
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But now, as they are about to celebrate their 90th years in business, they are scheduled to move into larger premises, just down the road in the former Scooterino site at 121-129 William Street.&lt;/div&gt;
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Mr Carroll (?) said he hoped to be open there by April, but as you can see from my photographs, there is a hell of a lot of stock to move, and then there is all the shop fittings.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;But I hope, when he moves in to the new place, they have a big opening party - with some politician or someone to cut the ribbon - and a sausage sizzle in Barnett Lane to celebrate a near century on William Street.&lt;/div&gt;
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People are remembered in the strangest ways. This week's Street of the Week, which is really a pedestrian laneway, is named after Thomas Clarkson, who built the first windmill on Woolloomooloo Hill, now Darlinghurst.&lt;/div&gt;
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Clarksons Mill Way, as the laneway is named, is possibly not the best way to be remembered, lined as it is with overflowing garbage bins and dotted with the detritus of life: cigarette butts, plastic bags and a man's pair of slippers.&lt;/div&gt;
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The laneway, between Darley Street and Darlinghurst Road, is in dire need of some beautification.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Nevertheless, I may never have paid Clarksons Mill Way much notice if it wasn't for the research of reader, Michael Armstrong, who was inspired to find out the story behind the lane.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Clarkson, as I learned from Michael's story, was a bit of a shyster, who somehow managed to acquire five large properties and a number of windmils.&lt;/div&gt;
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Through Michael's research I discovered more than I have ever known about the windmills of Darlinghurst - which arrived on the landscape about two decades before the first &lt;a href="http://mydarlingdarlinghurst.blogspot.com.au/search/label/Villas%20of%20Darlinghurst"&gt;villas&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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Along the way, Michael also led me to some marvellous historical photographs (make sure you enlarge the one of Craigend).&lt;/div&gt;
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Here is Michael's account of the roguish life of Clarkson - and his windmills.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;“In about 1819 a merchant, Thomas Clarkson, had erected a windmill near what is now the intersection of Liverpool and Darley streets (above).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;"This appears to be the first windmill in Darlinghurst: a stone mill with a mechanical turning head to catch the wind.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;"Close by, two post mills were built, their design allowing them to be turned to face the wind.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;"A fourth mill was built by Thomas Hyndes on his allotment close to Caldwell Street.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;"The windmills were prominent features of the landscape, often depicted in colonial paintings of the town.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;"The last of the mills to be demolished, reportedly around 1873 was Hyndes' mill, built close to Thomas Mitchell's &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://mydarlingdarlinghurst.blogspot.com.au/2011/09/darlinghurst-blog-villas-of.html"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Craigend&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; villa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;"Hyndes' mill stood on the highest point of the ridge and was clearly visible from Sydney.&amp;nbsp;Its position is reported to have been at the top of &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://mydarlingdarlinghurst.blogspot.com.au/2010/10/darlinghurst-register-of-national.html"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Beare's Stairs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; in Caldwell Street, east of Victoria Street.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;"The mill's building materials were possibly used to construct four terraces in Caldwell Street and maybe the stairs themselves (below)." - &lt;a href="http://dictionaryofsydney.org/place/darlinghurst"&gt;Mark Dunn, Dictionary of Sydney&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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"Thomas Clarkson was born in Kingsbury, Warwickshire, in the UK, in 1763.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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"At 31 he married a local girl, Catherine Rayson, some 11 years his junior, and over the next few years they had four children.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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"However in March 1805, Clarkson was convicted of passing a counterfeit £1 note, and sentenced to 14 years transportation.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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"In January 1806 he was sent as a convict on the Alexander, Catherine and two children also travelling on the ship.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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"In August 1806 the four of them arrived in Sydney, Catherine purchasing a house some two months later for £38 on the corner of Hunter and Elizabeth Streets. Here she established a bakery."&lt;/div&gt;
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"Clarkson was convicted of “embezzling tobacco” on the Alexander and sentenced to two years hard labour.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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"On his release from Castle Hill gaol in 1808, he was assigned to Catherine as her convict servant.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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"In May 1809 he was fined £2/12/- for selling short weight loaves of bread, however in December the same year the remainder of his sentence was remitted for good conduct.&lt;/div&gt;
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"In 1810 Clarkson was granted a licence to brew and sell liquor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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"By the following year he already had four properties, and his properties and debts grew steadily.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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"The next year he became “bondsman” for rent on the Parramatta to Windsor Turnpike.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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"In 1814 he was contracting to build houses, seemingly supplying the upper end of the market.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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"He was also supplying fresh meat to government stores (eventually as much as 6000 lbs per annum) from his farm, and later also wheat.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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"In 1817 he took out £12,000 mortgage (now equates to $17,000,000 on average wage data) on an impressive list of properties.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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"They included a stone windmill built to support his baking and brewing business."&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;In the image above, from the State Library of NSW - which looks east across Hyde Park - Clarkson’s stone mill can
be seen in the top right part of the picture.&amp;nbsp;To the right of the mill, and
rather further forward is the Australian Museum. In the distance, at the paper
margin, is Darlinghurst Gaol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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"Around 1819-1820 significant cracks started to appear in Clarkson's business empire.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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"In 1819 he had built a paper mill, and the following year the beautiful &lt;a href="http://www.escholparkhouse.com.au/"&gt;Eschol Park House&lt;/a&gt;, at a cost of £1,500 (now a restaurant and function centre, about 5km north-east of present day Campbelltown). "However, in 1820, with the other Turnpike bondsmen — in turn having died and absconded — a suit was issued against Thomas for £1,000 in unpaid tolls.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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"In 1821 Clarkson's wife, Catherine, was convicted of receiving stolen goods and sentenced to five years transportation, although it’s not clear whether she served any of the sentence.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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"Three years later, Thomas died in Hunter Street Sydney.&lt;/div&gt;
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"The first writ to recover debts from his estate was issued two weeks later.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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"Catherine commenced a legal fight to preserve the property she purchased in 1806 from the estate's debts. However, ownership of this property, free of Clarkson's debts was not finally established until 1836, Catherine dying some three years later."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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“If Only”, an online life of Thomas Clarkson, by Christine Woodhead, Marlene Willcocks and Margaret Aitken can be found &lt;a href="http://bonesinthebelfry.com/merowley/ifonly/ifonly.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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The first two authors are stated to be direct descendants of Clarkson.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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SOURCES:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.nla.gov.au/"&gt;National Library of Australia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://trove.nla.gov.au/"&gt;Trove&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://photosau.com.au/cos/scripts/home.asp"&gt;City of Sydney Archives&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.dictionaryofsydney.org/entry/darlinghurst"&gt;Dictionary of Sydney&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://acms.sl.nsw.gov.au/album/albumView.aspx?acmsID=423718&amp;amp;itemID=825677"&gt;State Library of NSW&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://home.mira.net/~merowley/clarkson/thomas.html#Chronology"&gt;Bones in the Belfry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376405536306737023-4403168500184878785?l=mydarlingdarlinghurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mydarlingdarlinghurst.blogspot.com/2012/03/darlinghurst-blog-street-of-week.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Violet Tingle)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pQbWHXsNfQs/T1XkjM8rlJI/AAAAAAAACqc/QxD5XBAQ26M/s72-c/L1100242.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><georss:featurename>Clarksons Mill Way, Darlinghurst NSW 2010, Australia</georss:featurename><georss:point>-33.878770990721854 151.21978998184204</georss:point><georss:box>-33.88041899072186 151.21732248184205 -33.87712299072185 151.22225748184204</georss:box></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376405536306737023.post-772924561871174287</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 Mar 2012 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-04T12:43:15.159+11:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Kellett Street</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Kellett House</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bayswater Road</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Villas of Darlinghurst</category><title>Darlinghurst Blog: Villas of Darlinghurst: Kellett House</title><description>&lt;br /&gt;
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Kellett House (detail), artist unknown, circa 1876.&lt;/div&gt;
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Built on an allotment of over&amp;nbsp;3-acres granted to Samuel Augustus Perry in 1831.&lt;/div&gt;
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The first NSW Premier, Stuart Alexander Donaldson, was one of Darlinghurst's first residents and can lay claim to the naming of Kellett Street.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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In the mid-1800s Donaldson moved into a large, two-storey villa on a 3-acre plot, where the Hotel Mansions on Kellett Street and Baywater Road sits today.&lt;/div&gt;
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The villa, originally called Bona Vista, had been built for Samuel Augustus Perry in 1831, and Donaldson renamed it Kellett House, giving the street its name.&lt;br /&gt;
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Perry was granted the allotment by Governor Ralph Darling, but unlike most of the gentry who were given the original 17 plots&amp;nbsp;on the ridge of Woolloomooloo Hill - which came to be known as Darlinghurst - he had a rather scruffy appearance.&lt;/div&gt;
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The London-born soldier and surveyor, who arrived in Australia with his wife and six children in 1829, &amp;nbsp;sat for his portrait in the 1800s and the unknown artist captured a man who looks more like the hipsters that roam around Darlinghurst today.&lt;/div&gt;
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His hair looks like it could do with a good brush, his sideburns are very 2005 and his unbuttoned, military coat looks straight off the Autumn-Winter 2012 runway. A man ahead of his time, perhaps.&lt;/div&gt;
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Perry came to Sydney to serve as the deputy to NSW Surveyor General Thomas Mitchell, and he clashed with the older man who was jealous of anyone he thought likely to succeed him.&lt;/div&gt;
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Therefore, Perry was generally assigned mundane duties so Mitchell could accuse his underling of being idle.&lt;/div&gt;
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Perry didn't live in Bona Vista for long and in 1834 sold it at auction to Richard "China" Jones MP, who renamed the villa Darlinghurst House, after his wife's good friend, Lady Elizabeth Darling, wife of the Guv.&lt;/div&gt;
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While researching this transaction, I came across this gem of an article from the 30 November 1937 edition of The Sydney Morning Herald, written by Joseph Reidle:&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;"Ghosts in Crinolines, When Kings Cross was dotted with stately homes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;"A great effort is required to imagine that King's Cross (sic) - the present throbbing centre of Sydney's night life - was once sparsely dotted with stately homes, where demure ladies drove leisurely through private avenues of trees in their carriages.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;"Those were the days when land was owned by the acre.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;"To-day (sic), despite stout resistance to the demolisher's picks, century-old homes are being knocked down so that the task of converting King's Cross into a swarming, human ant-hill may proceed uninhibited.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;"Roslyn Hall and Orwell House are already man-made ruins, and a similar fate awaits Kellett House, Springfield and Larbert Lodge.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;"But before modern mammoth structures completely annihilate even the memory of their long lives, these last survivors of a bygone age merit at least a brief obituary."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The article goes on to describe, in words and pictures, the ruin-like state of some of the original villas and, despite the fact that the Villas book states Kellett House was demolished in 1877, it appears from this article parts of the home were still around in the 1930s.&lt;/div&gt;
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So, after Donaldson moved out of Kellett House in the mid-1800s, it was purchased by wealthy squatter W.F. Buchanan.&lt;br /&gt;
The original plot was subdivided from 1864 and Buchanan demolished part of Kellett House and built a terrace on the site, known as Bayswater Terrace - obviously how the road today was given its name.&lt;/div&gt;
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The Hotel Mansions was built in the late 1800s and remodelled in 1918.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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The remains of Kellett House were sold in October 1937 and it was probably demolished soon after.&lt;br /&gt;
Today, the Hotel Mansions is about to be converted into designer apartments known as&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.cbreresidentialprojects.com.au/listing/projectdetails.aspx?PropertyID=444"&gt;Manor&lt;/a&gt;, and the area continues to be a swarming, human ant-hill.&lt;/div&gt;
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SOURCES:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://mydarlingdarlinghurst.blogspot.com.au/2011/02/darlinghurst-books-villas-of.html" target="_blank"&gt;Villas of Darlinghurst&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://trove.nla.gov.au/?" target="_blank"&gt;Trove&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.sl.nsw.gov.au/" target="_blank"&gt;State Library of NSW&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://photosau.com.au/Cos/scripts/home.asp" target="_blank"&gt;City of Sydney Archives&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://adb.anu.edu.au/" target="_blank"&gt;Australian Dictionary of Biography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Main_Page" target="_blank"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376405536306737023-772924561871174287?l=mydarlingdarlinghurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mydarlingdarlinghurst.blogspot.com/2012/03/darlinghurst-blog-villas-of.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Violet Tingle)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aLXfyj9rIF8/TPhC3BOBOkI/AAAAAAAAArc/LcOzwan9QOo/s72-c/Kellett+House.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>18 Bayswater Rd, Potts Point NSW 2011, Australia</georss:featurename><georss:point>-33.87501 151.223714</georss:point><georss:box>-33.876658000000006 151.2212465 -33.873362 151.2261815</georss:box></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376405536306737023.post-1813903889387167194</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Feb 2012 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-29T00:16:45.233+11:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Gelato Messina</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Messina Laboratorio</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Food</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Victoria Street</category><title>Darlinghurst Blog: Food: Messina Laboratorio</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aKz_JYyGMNA/T0zEuNC96RI/AAAAAAAACnk/y8O-bIPBtRg/s1600/IMG_0693.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aKz_JYyGMNA/T0zEuNC96RI/AAAAAAAACnk/y8O-bIPBtRg/s400/IMG_0693.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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For a long, long time I have been admiring the Mario Brothers-style mushroom-shaped dessert in the window of &lt;a href="http://mydarlingdarlinghurst.blogspot.com.au/2011/04/darlinghurst-food-gelato-messina.html"&gt;Gelato Messsina&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I would pass by on some boring Tuesday night and see four or five mushroom desserts, with their big red heads and white comic book-type spots, in the big showcase freezer, and I would try and dream up reasons to buy one.&lt;/div&gt;
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Surely it would make an ideal birthday present. Or perhaps I could buy one to take into work for my colleagues to enjoy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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But there was always the melt factor. A frozen, gelato dessert would never last the distance.&lt;/div&gt;
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And then Messina Laboratorio opened up next door.&lt;/div&gt;
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Messina Laboratorio, or Messina Lab for short,&amp;nbsp;is like the weird Willy Wonka side of the traditional Gelato Messina, where the ice-cream makers go a bit kooky and make big crazy stuff and miniatures of stuff, such as hamburgers (above left) or the strange (usually much bigger) Mario Brothers' mushrooms (below centre).&lt;/div&gt;
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So when it opened a few months ago, I had my heart set on the mini mushroom - I could eat it on my own; no need for a birthday present or other reason.&lt;/div&gt;
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I had to have one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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But then I was on some stupid detox for a while and it seemed revoltingly indulgent to go in and buy the mini mushroom purely for myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Last night, I thought, "stuff it, I deserve the $9.90 mushroom", and so I bought one and carried it home like precious cargo, put it in the freezer and forgot about it for four hours until I got the munchies about 11pm.&lt;/div&gt;
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The mushroom crown is all chocolate gelato with a caramel centre, then there is the vanilla gelato mushroom stem, which grows out of a "moss" of green crackly stuff, which has the same effect in your mouth as Magic Gum, that weird pop-in-your-mouth chewing gum you may have had as a child.&lt;/div&gt;
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Eating the mushroom, known as "Mini Me", was a bit of a production, and had me interested at every spoonful, unlike the usual bowl of ice cream or gelato in a cone, which still has me excited, just not switched on.&lt;/div&gt;
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It is not the most dainty thing to eat - especially when you get down to the green moss, crackling base - but I still devoured it pretty quickly.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.gelatomessina.com/gallery/the-messina-laboratorio-and-patisserie/"&gt;www.gelatomessina.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376405536306737023-1813903889387167194?l=mydarlingdarlinghurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mydarlingdarlinghurst.blogspot.com/2012/02/darlinghurst-blog-food-messina.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Violet Tingle)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aKz_JYyGMNA/T0zEuNC96RI/AAAAAAAACnk/y8O-bIPBtRg/s72-c/IMG_0693.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><georss:featurename>243 Victoria St, Darlinghurst NSW 2010, Australia</georss:featurename><georss:point>-33.8780712 151.2213573</georss:point><georss:box>-33.879719200000004 151.2188898 -33.8764232 151.2238248</georss:box></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376405536306737023.post-6054708257790837156</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Feb 2012 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-25T10:08:27.077+11:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Retailers</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Platform 72</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Main Drag</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Oxford Street</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Oxford Street Design Store</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">He Made She Made</category><title>Darlinghurst Blog: Retailers: The Main Drag</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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It's debatable which street in Darlinghurst is the main drag. Some would say it is the eponymous Darlinghurst Road.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Others might think Victoria Street, with its excess of cafes, deserves the name.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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But, it is too late, Oxford Street has already claimed the title and TODAY it celebrates the win with a special Sydney Mardi Gras 2012 Festival event, fittingly titled, &lt;a href="http://whatson.cityofsydney.nsw.gov.au/events/13213-the-main-drag-shop-the-golden-mile" target="_blank"&gt;The Main Drag&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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And - as to be expected - burlesque performances, a pop-up yoga garden and knitted penises will feature.&lt;/div&gt;
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The day is designed to promote the shops that line the world-famous Mardi Gras Parade route, and it is well-timed, as just yesterday three new arts and crafts shops officially opened for business on the strip.&lt;/div&gt;
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The shops are so new that when I went by yesterday, the proprietress of the Oxford Street Design Store, at 58 Oxford Street (above), was only just opening its roller-door.&lt;/div&gt;
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The Oxford Street Design Store is run by Alex de Bonis and Louise Helliwell, from non-profit artist collective, Tough Titties.&lt;/div&gt;
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The idea behind the shop is that artists can supply T-shirts, tote bags, jewellery, zines, whatever - as long as the price-tag is less than $20. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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It's a cute idea and is bound to work, so long as local artists get on board to provide products to sell.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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And I must admit, it has sparked off my creative bug and I am now musing on what sort of stuff I could create that would retail for less than $20 but still earn me a pretty penny.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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These cute, hand-printed tea-towels (above) are a clever idea, and come in at just $18 each.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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He Made She Made, at 70 Oxford Street, is the next shop along the street, and features the work of four designers: Bent Patterson, Laura Kepreotis, Maaike Pullar and Patrick Chambers.&lt;/div&gt;
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The quartet create mostly larger pieces for the home, such as this cool Tetris-inspired book-nook or display case (above), which I really adore, but can't afford (it's just over $1000).&lt;/div&gt;
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I also love the lighting stand (above), which would look amazing in a big warehouse space, but not a teeny-weeny studio like mine.&lt;/div&gt;
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Many of the pieces are created using the "upcycling" method, that is, taking some old junk that was dumped on the side of the road perhaps, and turning it into an exquisite piece of art-furniture.&lt;/div&gt;
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Also sweet is this wall-piece (above), which reminds me of Jesus' crown of thorns.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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You must also go in to try out the amazing twin chairs they have on display in the centre of the shop, which I forgot to photograph.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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They really don't look like chairs and have strange wands shooting out the back that bend when you sit in them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Further up the street is Platform 72, at 72 Oxford Street - natch.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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The shop is run by Samantha Mitchell-Finn and Juliet Rosser, who rent shelf space to local artists to display and sell their wares. The artists receive 100 per cent of the sale price.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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In one of the front windows at Platform 72, is this hot pink "Venis" chair (above), which has a big penis bursting out from the middle of the seat.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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And in the other window is a display of knitted penises styled into cactus-shapes and arranged in pots on a great 1950s plant-holder.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sitting inside, knitting on a chair, was the artist behind the penises, Kirsten Fredericks.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.platform72.com.au/"&gt;www.platform72.com.au&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376405536306737023-6054708257790837156?l=mydarlingdarlinghurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mydarlingdarlinghurst.blogspot.com/2012/02/darlinghurst-blog-retailers-main-drag.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Violet Tingle)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vwf-jz1Jjb8/T0c996dYTUI/AAAAAAAACl0/7-r1s8EoDmQ/s72-c/L1090400.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><georss:featurename>70 Oxford St, Darlinghurst NSW 2010, Australia</georss:featurename><georss:point>-33.8788514 151.2147542</georss:point><georss:box>-33.880499400000005 151.2122867 -33.8772034 151.21722169999998</georss:box></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376405536306737023.post-6708593085943185128</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Feb 2012 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-24T19:46:01.110+11:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bourke Street</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Food</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sur Bourke</category><title>Darlinghurst: Food: Sur Bourke</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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My friend Ruby, who tends to dwell on the western side of Darlinghurst Road, introduced me to this new French cafe late last year and it quickly became one of our favourite lunching spots.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sur Bourke doesn't look like much from the street; you could swing past on the bus on Bourke Street and barely notice it, but its healthy, well-balanced menu is a real stand-out and the prices will keep you returning.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Inside, there is fairly limited seating and a distinct French touch to the decor.&lt;/div&gt;
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Common bottles of water packed in a sweet wooden crate.&lt;/div&gt;
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Colourful berets lined up in a row.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;And tins of French Cassoulet and bags of coffee grouped together on shelves.&lt;/div&gt;
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But it is outside, on warm days, where Ruby and I love to be: sitting with the flower pots, sun on our backs and watching the world go by very slowly.&lt;/div&gt;
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Sur Bourke serves breakfast ala Francaise, such as croissants or brioche with jam, Nutella or ham and cheese ($4.50-$6), as well as home made bircher muesli ($7.50), spelt fruit loaf ($5.50) and smoked salmon with scrambled eggs on sourdough ($9.50).&lt;/div&gt;
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But we often go for lunch and even Ruby, who is happy to eat breakfast eggs all day long, usually orders from the lunch menu just because it is so good.&lt;/div&gt;
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There's the obvious croque Monsieur ($11.50/$16) and a quiche with side salad ($9.50) but it's the tasting plates and salads we love.&lt;/div&gt;
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Last time we were there, Ruby ordered the mixed leaf salad with parmesan, walnut and pear, served with a slice of sourdough and a boiled egg ($10). It's actually quite a generous bowl, despite that photograph above making it look quite small. And don't you think the eggs look like frangipanis when they are cut that way. Everything is prepared with love.&lt;/div&gt;
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I had what I always have: the $14.50 lunch plate, which includes ham, pickles, Swiss cheese, tomato, two slices of sourdough and a side salad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I love picking at things and slowly eating and everything on this plate is like a taste bomb, including the salad, which in other places is often just tired old bland mixed lettuce without any dressing.&lt;/div&gt;
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Here, it is so flavoursome, it could stand alone as its own meal.&lt;/div&gt;
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Just writing this post has made me realise that it has been far too long since my last visit.&lt;/div&gt;
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02 8084 9376&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376405536306737023-6708593085943185128?l=mydarlingdarlinghurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mydarlingdarlinghurst.blogspot.com/2012/02/darlinghurst-food-sur-bourke.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Violet Tingle)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SsQjHG7OTs/T0Srb2RPzbI/AAAAAAAACj8/U7WqnVMCCh4/s72-c/L1090340.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><georss:featurename>266 Bourke St, Darlinghurst NSW 2010, Australia</georss:featurename><georss:point>-33.8782789 151.2174065</georss:point><georss:box>-33.8799269 151.21493900000002 -33.876630899999995 151.219874</georss:box></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376405536306737023.post-1384830287929382438</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Feb 2012 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-18T12:42:41.063+11:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Tewkesbury Avenue</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Yellow Cabs</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Street of the Week</category><title>Darlinghurst Blog: Street of the Week: Tewkesbury Avenue</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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Most people who live in the Darlinghurst-Kings Cross area, have their favourite street in the neighbourhood.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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For some, it is Roslyn Avenue, with its little shop-houses and cafes; for others it is the leafy-canopied Surrey Street; and, for me, it is Hardie Street - more for the memories of my life there, than for any of its physical attributes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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One reader has written to me about Tewkesbury Avenue.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Photograph: &lt;a href="http://photosau.com.au/Cos/scripts/home.asp" target="_blank"&gt;City of Sydney Archives&lt;/a&gt;, 1982.&lt;/div&gt;
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I don't know if this stumpy little street is his favourite in Darlinghurst, but he was interested enough to want to know who, or what, it was named after.&lt;/div&gt;
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I only really know Tewkesbury Avenue as a shortcut, somewhere to look for car spaces, or as the back entrance to filmmakers Baz Luhrmann and Catherine Martin's mansion, &lt;a href="http://mydarlingdarlinghurst.blogspot.com.au/search/label/Iona" target="_blank"&gt;Iona&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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"From the 1920’s to the 1970’s there were two huge warehouses occupying the site incorporating the present day residential towers called Palisades, Kirketon Mews, Kirketon Gardens, Kirketon Manor and No. 1 Tewkesbury Avenue (entrance in photograph above)," he writes.&lt;br /&gt;
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"Prior to this, there were four to five single-storey large houses on the site, dating from the 1850’s, which formed part of the original William Long land grant of 5 acres.&lt;br /&gt;
"Obviously the houses deteriorated to a point that the land was more valuable for warehouse distribution and the then council allowed for such “backward” land-use change. Strange!&lt;br /&gt;
"So the houses were eventually torn down to make way for the warehouses."&lt;br /&gt;
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Photograph: &lt;a href="http://photosau.com.au/Cos/scripts/home.asp" target="_blank"&gt;City of Sydney Archives&lt;/a&gt;, 1921 (see Clapton House/Earls Court in the top left).&lt;br /&gt;
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"These warehouses appear on some of the 1940s black and white photos available from Archives and form the physical reason which made it possible to amalgamate a large development site in an inner-city area. By the way, the initial developer was The Hayson Group and they referred to this site as &amp;nbsp;'Pallisades'.&lt;br /&gt;
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"You can also find out what the warehouses were originally used for:&lt;/div&gt;
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"The main warehouse was used as the headquarters for Yellow Cabs of Australia Ltd and the other, Harden and Johnston Pty Ltd (distributor of automobiles)."&lt;br /&gt;
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"The first building constructed was for Yellow Cabs and its entrance was simply a private driveway sandwiched between two buildings fronting Darlinghurst Road.&lt;br /&gt;
"The gentleman who introduced Yellow Cabs to Australia was &lt;a href="http://adb.anu.edu.au/biography/tewksbury-william-pearson-8774" target="_blank"&gt;William Pearson Tewksbury&lt;/a&gt;, nicknamed 'Tewks' (notice that his surname is spelled without the 'e').&lt;br /&gt;
"My theory is that the driveway to the business was coined Tewksbury Avenue by the staff working for Mr Tewksbury."&lt;br /&gt;
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One of the large 19th century houses he mentions, was Rosebank - one of &lt;a href="http://mydarlingdarlinghurst.blogspot.com.au/search/label/Villas%20of%20Darlinghurst" target="_blank"&gt;17 gentlemen's villas&lt;/a&gt; from the original subdivision of Woolloomooloo Hill.&lt;br /&gt;
Rosebank was demolished in the 1920s and the Pallisades apartment block on Farrell Avenue was built on the site.&lt;br /&gt;
Do you know anything more about Tewkesbury Avenue?&lt;/div&gt;
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What street would you like to know the history of?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376405536306737023-1384830287929382438?l=mydarlingdarlinghurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mydarlingdarlinghurst.blogspot.com/2012/02/darlinghurst-blog-street-of-week.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Violet Tingle)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uwdSZ3Q9KPo/Tzb7fVVCVRI/AAAAAAAACh0/PUGE9x0t4yo/s72-c/L1100072.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><georss:featurename>Tewkesbury Ave, Darlinghurst NSW 2010, Australia</georss:featurename><georss:point>-33.8770366 151.2203507</georss:point><georss:box>-33.8786846 151.21788320000002 -33.875388599999994 151.2228182</georss:box></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376405536306737023.post-719211393719742761</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Feb 2012 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-03T10:25:50.643+11:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Grantham</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Potts Point</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Villas of Darlinghurst</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">St Neot Avenue</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">History</category><title>Darlinghurst Blog: Villas of Darlinghurst: Grantham</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Grantham&lt;/i&gt;, photographer unknown, circa 1880.&lt;/div&gt;
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Built on five acres of land purchased by Felix Caleb Wilson in 1836.&lt;/div&gt;
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Potts Point was originally named Point Campbell by Governor Arthur Phillip, during his survey in 1772, and was kept as a reserve for the Aboriginal peoples who were "allowed" to occupy the foreshore area - which they called Carragheen - "without molestation" for a number of years.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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But during Governor Darling's reign, this all changed when he decided to claim the land, which stretched from the headland back along Woolloomoloo Hill, for important government officials.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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The first of these grants was in 1822 when 11 acres were given to Judge John Wylde, the last Judge Advocate and a Justice of the NSW Supreme Court.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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But by 1828, Judge Wylde had done nothing with the land and Governor Darling was considering resuming it unless improvements were made.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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This issue probably informed his decision that year - when allotting the land that later formed Darlinghurst - to impose certain "villa conditions" to allotments, such as the size and grandeur of the home and the landscaping of the gardens.&lt;/div&gt;
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Governor Darling didn't have to force the issue with Judge Wylde, who soon sold a substantial chunk of his allotment - just over six acres - to Joseph Hyde Potts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Potts didn't build on the land either, but he did rename the area Potts Point, ensuring he would be remembered to this day.&lt;/div&gt;
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Felix Caleb Wilson, a settler in the Hawksbury region, north of Sydney, purchased the remaining five acres of Judge Wylde's allotment in 1836, and set about building the point's very first home, on the site where St Neot Avenue is today.&lt;/div&gt;
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Photograph: Potts Point from Mrs Macquarie's Road, State Library of NSW.&lt;/div&gt;
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Wilson's home was not subject to Governor Darling's strict "villa conditions", so the wealthy merchant and ironmonger went all-out in the design of his house, which he named Caleb Castle. You can see some of its turrets if you look closely in the photograph above.&lt;/div&gt;
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According to the Villas book, the house later came to be known as Grantham and was designed by an unknown architect in the "same Gothic Revival style as the new Government House (1837-1845) across the bay".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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"Grantham was considered a rather pretentious building, and became known locally as 'The Pepper Pot' on account of its turrets, or 'Frying Pan Castle' (referring to Wilson's occupation)."&lt;/div&gt;
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Wealthy merchant and wharf proprietor Frederick Parbury bought the the home in the early 1840s and renamed it Granthamville. Another owner was Donald Larnach who purchased the house and property for 5000 Pounds - a considerable increase on Wilson's 405 Pounds for the land alone.&lt;/div&gt;
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The land was then subdivided and in 1853, the section with the home was purchased by surveyor and pastoralist &lt;a href="http://adb.anu.edu.au/biography/dangar-henry-1954" target="_blank"&gt;Henry Dangar&lt;/a&gt; for 6000 Pounds and the residence became known as Dangar's Castle.&lt;/div&gt;
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(Dangar was born at St Neot, in Cornwall, England, which is probably what the avenue was named for.)&lt;/div&gt;
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After Dangar's death in 1861, his wife stayed on in the castle until she died in 1869 and it was inherited by one of their sons, Henry Cary Dangar.&lt;/div&gt;
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Henry Dangar Junior rebuilt the home to his own design in 1870, following the Norman style of architecture.&lt;/div&gt;
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According to a 1937 article from The Sydney Morning Herald, "the palatial home . . . was built of solid dimension stone quarried on the waterfront".&lt;/div&gt;
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"Mr Dangar brought into his design the battlemented walls and the old fashioned stone fence. The entrance porch was tiled and led into a vestibule, in which a fine mahogany staircase was built with an overhead balustraded gallery.&lt;/div&gt;
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"Upon the rebuilding of the home in 1870, Mr Dangar renamed the house Grantham."&lt;/div&gt;
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Mr Dangar Junior stayed at Grantham until 1917, after which it had a succession of owners.&lt;/div&gt;
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In the mid-1930s, the 22-bedroom, five bathroom house with cedar fittings was listed for sale and in 1937 was sold for demolition. A little bit of history vanished.&lt;/div&gt;
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The new owner developed the site, building two blocks of three-storey flats over the original footprint of Grantham.&lt;/div&gt;
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The only trace that remains is in the name of this apartment building (above), &lt;i&gt;Grantham&lt;/i&gt;, and a little street and laneway that run behind St Neot Avenue.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ih_Nr_bNJjk/TzOqeKuygrI/AAAAAAAACgs/LnxT8tgKYtA/s1600/L1100063.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ih_Nr_bNJjk/TzOqeKuygrI/AAAAAAAACgs/LnxT8tgKYtA/s400/L1100063.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The corner of Kirketon Road and William Street is a rather bland, nondescript junction these days, not conducive to lingering.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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But back in the 1950s it was a bustling corner and home to the original Bar Coluzzi:&lt;/div&gt;
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This photograph, from the City of Sydney Archives, was taken in 1957 and shows Luigi Coluzzi standing in front of his eponymous cafe. Inside the darkened doorway sits Eleni Coluzzi.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I still find it hard to believe it is the same location in the contemporary photograph, but according to the archives, the photographer is standing on the corner Kirketon Road, looking down to Rosebank Street.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I again pulled out the old City Building Surveyor's maps to see what the corner once looked like from a geographical perspective, but the building must have been demolished prior to the building survey, as there is no trace of this row of shops, which also includes a laundrette, a bird shop and chemist.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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02 9380 5420&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376405536306737023-2775441260018850513?l=mydarlingdarlinghurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mydarlingdarlinghurst.blogspot.com/2012/02/darlinghurst-blog-past-and-present.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Violet Tingle)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ih_Nr_bNJjk/TzOqeKuygrI/AAAAAAAACgs/LnxT8tgKYtA/s72-c/L1100063.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><georss:featurename>Premier Ln, Darlinghurst NSW 2010, Australia</georss:featurename><georss:point>-33.87556430885526 151.22116327285767</georss:point><georss:box>-33.87721230885526 151.21869577285767 -33.87391630885526 151.22363077285766</georss:box></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376405536306737023.post-8629557920457518907</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Feb 2012 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-02T23:35:04.872+11:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Hopes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Statler</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Apartment Buildings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Docker Family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Darlinghurst Road</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Omrah Private Hospital</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">St Pancras</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">History</category><title>Darlinghurst Blog: Apartment Buildings: The Statler and The Hopes</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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This photograph, taken in 1964, is an absolute gem. Not just because it is a rare historical photograph of The Statler and The Hopes apartment buildings on Darlinghurst Road, but because there is a personal story behind it.&lt;/div&gt;
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It was sent to me by a woman named Barbara, who lived in the house, from her birth in 1951, to her marriage in 1969.&lt;/div&gt;
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The car parked out the front belonged to Barbara's father. &lt;br /&gt;
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"I still have memories of waiting at the bus stop outside the flats, for the 312 to take me to school at St Vincents College," Barbara writes.&lt;/div&gt;
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"I remember the coke man delivering coke to the cokehouse out the back and stoking the boiler, and the ice man delivered blocks of ice to each flats' door, where it stood in a puddle until you brought it in and put it in the ice-chest.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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"We've come a long way since then."&lt;/div&gt;
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These days, the grandeur of the twin buildings (The Statler on the left and the The Hopes on the right), is obscured by trees, and passing by you would rarely notice the intricate details of these 19th century buildings, which were once grand homes belonging to the Docker family.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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This 1935 historical photograph (above) looks north down Darlinghurst Road, with St John's Church on the right.&lt;br /&gt;
To the left, you can see the chimneys of The Statler and The Hopes, and perhaps, just faintly, you can see the whisper of an outline of the decorative metal finials atop the building, which are still there today.&lt;/div&gt;
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Barbara's parents moved from a hotel on Oxford Street, to The Statler in 1948.&lt;/div&gt;
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"Growing up I had heard rumours that it used to be the home of one of the 'hanging court judges'," Barbara writes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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"Recently my husband and I noted one of the real estate agents advertised it as having been built as a home for the sisters at Saint Vincent's Hospital, however the inside indicates that it was built as a large private home.&lt;/div&gt;
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"From our research to date it seems that The Statler and The Hopes, next door, were built as homes at the same time around 1880, after the southern end of Darlinghurst road was redefined.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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"The Hopes appears to have always been the Hopes, then 99 Darlinghurst Road (now 251-255 Darlinghurst Road).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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"The Statler was originally 'Nyrambla', and 101 Darlinghurst Road (now 257-261 Darlinghurst Road).&lt;/div&gt;
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"Both were owned initially by the Docker family."&lt;/div&gt;
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"Nyrambla (now The Statler) was owned by Wilfrid Lawerence Docker (1848-1919; above) and his wife Ada Mary Lord (1851-1917), who married in 1875 and by 1882 were living at the house," Barbara writes.&lt;/div&gt;
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"It seems they had no children. He was a banker and accountant, and both were very strong members of the St John's Church community.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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"One of the Houses at SCEGGS was named after Wilfrid, who was first treasurer of the School Council (1895–1919)."&lt;/div&gt;
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"The Hopes was owned by his brother Arthur Docker."&lt;/div&gt;
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The excellent Trove website backs up Barbara's research and sheds even more light on the Docker family. Firstly, it seems that Arthur was based in England, so perhaps let out The Hopes to another family.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Secondly, I think Wilfrid and Ada moved into Nyrambla in 1884, because in July of that year there was an advertisement in the Sydney Morning Herald for a clearance sale at Nyrambla, "the residence of Mr George Mair and former residence of Mr Charles Fairfax".&lt;/div&gt;
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There was also another Docker brother called Edward Hay, who was an orchardist based in Parramatta.&lt;/div&gt;
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But the big wig among the four Docker brothers was Ernest Brougham Docker (above), who was a District Court Judge for 38 years until his retirement in 1918. This photograph was taken in 1909 by pioneering photographer &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harold_Cazneaux" target="_blank"&gt;Harold Cazneaux&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Judge Docker lived at Elizabeth Bay until his death in August 1923. His funeral was held at St John's Church and a report of the event, and tributes to him, were published in the &lt;a href="http://trove.nla.gov.au/ndp/del/article/16087337?searchTerm=judge%20docker&amp;amp;searchLimits=" target="_blank"&gt;Sydney Morning Herald&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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The "Girls' Friendly Society" mourned his loss and according to the Herald, "earnestly prayed that his great example might inspire younger men".&lt;/div&gt;
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Judge Docker was also an amateur photographer and the State Library of NSW has in its collection, an &lt;a href="http://acms.sl.nsw.gov.au/album/albumView.aspx?acmsID=125386&amp;amp;itemID=846535" target="_blank"&gt;album of photographs&lt;/a&gt; taken by the judge and his father, Joseph Docker MLC (1801-1884), who held the positions of Postmaster-General and Minister of Justice in the NSW Government.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Back at The Statler and The Hopes . . . after &lt;a href="http://trove.nla.gov.au/ndp/del/article/15843347?searchTerm=wilfrid%20docker&amp;amp;searchLimits=" target="_blank"&gt;Wilfrid's death in 1919&lt;/a&gt;, both Nyrambla and The Hopes were converted into flats.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Barbara delved into the rate assessment books and found that by 1930, The Hopes was being called St Pancras flats, while in 1945 and 1948 it was known as Fernleigh.&lt;/div&gt;
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I can find no trace in Trove of either of these names in Darlinghurst, but I did find St Pancras mentioned in this old City Surveyor's map, which I came across at the City of Sydney Archives &lt;a href="http://mydarlingdarlinghurst.blogspot.com.au/2010/12/darlinghurst-apartment-buildings.html" target="_blank"&gt;a year or so ago&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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It clearly shows St Pancras sitting at the rear of The Hopes. I suspect it was an addition that was put on in the 1920s or 30s, which formed this courtyard (below):&lt;/div&gt;
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St Pancras would be the one with the blue door, while the early-Victorian era The Hopes is the cream building on the left (picture from a &lt;a href="http://www.rwbj.com.au/" target="_blank"&gt;Richardson and Wrench Bondi Junction&lt;/a&gt; advertisement).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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The two buildings had a colourful owner in the 1930s: Samuel Curotta, a Sydney man who made "large sums of money" through city and suburban property deals.&lt;/div&gt;
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Curotta was raking in 109 Pounds a week through rent at The Hopes, and probably just as much from The Statler. He also owned the Omrah Private Hospital, just down the road on the corner of Farrell Avenue (now the Altamont Hotel):&lt;/div&gt;
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According to the Sydney Morning Herald, Curotta appeared before the Registrar in Bankruptcy in August 1933, with secured debts of over 30,000 Pounds and unsecured liabilities of 7,546 Pounds.&lt;br /&gt;
His estate was valued at 143,750 Pounds, so he wasn't in too much trouble, but he did have to explain the reason why he had 2000 Pounds stashed in a locker at his home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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"Making money was no trouble to us," Mr Curotta said.&lt;/div&gt;
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Barbara, former resident of The Statler&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://trove.nla.gov.au/" target="_blank"&gt;Trove&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.sl.nsw.gov.au/" target="_blank"&gt;State Library of NSW&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376405536306737023-8629557920457518907?l=mydarlingdarlinghurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mydarlingdarlinghurst.blogspot.com/2012/02/darlinghurst-blog-apartment-buildings.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Violet Tingle)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g3VcAI6BHOk/TyMrUwvBE_I/AAAAAAAACeE/RNfb1XwdX34/s72-c/image002.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><georss:featurename>251-255 Darlinghurst Rd, Darlinghurst NSW 2010, Australia</georss:featurename><georss:point>-33.8775926 151.2206092</georss:point><georss:box>-33.8808881 151.21567370000002 -33.8742971 151.2255447</georss:box></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376405536306737023.post-5451033407874790405</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Jan 2012 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-29T00:00:01.407+11:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lost and Found</category><title>Darlinghurst Blog: Lost and Found: Two Gold Sovereigns</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EMNTQ2fuRIs/TyOe3Zt-BKI/AAAAAAAACek/oZ4oimhyAeU/s1600/IMG_0548.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EMNTQ2fuRIs/TyOe3Zt-BKI/AAAAAAAACek/oZ4oimhyAeU/s400/IMG_0548.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Genuine Reward. Two gold sovereigns given by a dying man to his wife.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;No questions asked.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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This pink flier was taped to a number of telegraph poles on Liverpool Street yesterday and is so, so sad.&lt;/div&gt;
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Apparently the woman who taped them up, parked her car outside the Sacred Heart Hospice on Darlinghurst Road on Friday night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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She was inside visiting her dying husband.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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When she returned to her car, it had been broken into and the thieves had taken her handbag from the boot.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Inside her handbag were the two gold sovereigns, which her husband had given her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I hope her luck takes a better turn soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376405536306737023-5451033407874790405?l=mydarlingdarlinghurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mydarlingdarlinghurst.blogspot.com/2012/01/darlinghurst-blog-lost-and-found-two.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Violet Tingle)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EMNTQ2fuRIs/TyOe3Zt-BKI/AAAAAAAACek/oZ4oimhyAeU/s72-c/IMG_0548.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376405536306737023.post-857548400133233271</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Jan 2012 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-27T18:25:14.157+11:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Love Postcode 2010</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Oxford Arts Festival</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Art Galleries</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Vientiane Restaurant and Gallery</category><title>Darlinghurst Blog: Art Galleries: Love Postcode 2010</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kOmDbaaBlG0/Tx014ku0_oI/AAAAAAAACdk/3dqkiEWsgzE/s1600/Love+Postcode+2010_Promo_Final_revised_03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kOmDbaaBlG0/Tx014ku0_oI/AAAAAAAACdk/3dqkiEWsgzE/s400/Love+Postcode+2010_Promo_Final_revised_03.jpg" width="368" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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This Sunday an exhibition of photographs captured by mobile phone cameras is opening in Darlinghurst. The pictures were entrants in last year's Oxford Arts Festival's Love Postcode 2010 competition, which invited people to submit photographs taken in the Darlinghurst and Surry Hills area - both share the 2010 postcode.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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It was only the second year for the Oxford Arts Festival, which was established to celebrate the Oxford Street area, which in City of Sydney &lt;a href="http://www.sydney2030.com.au/in-your-village" target="_blank"&gt;"Villages"&lt;/a&gt; parlance is known as the "Cultural Quarter", given the artistic characters, creative businesses and galleries that line its streets.&lt;/div&gt;
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The Love Postcode 2010 competition, which was held for the first time in 2011, attracted dozens of entries depicting the area's residents, landmarks, pets and streetscapes - all shot through the lenses of mobile phone cameras.&lt;/div&gt;
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Some of the entries can be viewed at the Oxford Arts Festival's Facebook gallery &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.253107884724807.55039.235116503190612&amp;amp;type=1" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Curator Polly Chin describes them as a "fascinating and intimate look into one of Sydney's oldest and most notorious precincts", and says they will be displayed with the stories behind the snappers, which adds another layer of interest.&lt;/div&gt;
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I only embraced mobile phone photography about a week ago when I signed up to the Instagram application. The app allows you to snap photos, edit them slightly and caption them before posting them on to a site - which can only be used by mobile phones - where they can be viewed by other Instagram members.&lt;/div&gt;
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It is strangely addictive.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I took the photograph above at the Surry Street playground on Sunday. My Instagram photographs are also instantly fed to my Twitter site, so if you are interested in seeing them, please follow me via the link at the left of this blog page. My twitter username is @Violet_Tingle and my Instagram name is violettingle&lt;/div&gt;
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Anyway, here are the first prize and second prize winners from the Love Postcode 2010 competition, which I may be inclined to enter this year:&lt;/div&gt;
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First prize: Untitled, by Sheridan Mills.&lt;/div&gt;
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Location: Stanley Street, East Sydney.&lt;/div&gt;
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Second prize: Deranger, by Tom Christophersen.&lt;/div&gt;
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Location: Sophia Street, Surry Hills.&lt;/div&gt;
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The winners and a selection of entries will go on show this Sunday from 3-5pm at the Vientiane Restaurant and Gallery, on the corner of Oxford and South Dowling streets, which is across the road from the&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.sharon-lee.com.au/" target="_blank"&gt;Beauchamp Hotel&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;and right next door to&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.sharon-lee.com.au/" target="_blank"&gt;that place that plucks designer eyebrows&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
The exhibition will be on display throughout the month of February.&lt;/div&gt;
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For more details visit the &lt;a href="http://www.tapgallery.org.au/2012/01/love-postcode-2010-mobile-phone-photos-of-darlinghurst-surry-hills/" target="_blank"&gt;Tap Gallery website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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Vientiane Restaurant and Gallery&lt;/div&gt;
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Shop 1a, 1-11 Oxford Street&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Goodrich &lt;/i&gt;(sic), &lt;i&gt;The Residence of Captain Smith&lt;/i&gt;, artist unknown, 1875 (detail).&lt;/div&gt;
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Goderich Lodge: allotment of over four-acres granted to Thomas Maquoid in 1831.&lt;/div&gt;
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This Darlinghurst mansion-house, or villa, was designed by John Verge for the High Sheriff of NSW, Thomas Macquoid, and was situated near what is now the corner of Bayswater Road and Penny Lane.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Born in Ireland, Macquoid came to Australia in 1829, following a period in Java, where he produced coffee crops for the East India Company, as well as a tenure as Sheriff of India.&lt;/div&gt;
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The 1832 mansion house was named Goderich Lodge, after Lord Goderich (Frederick John Robinson), the then Secretary of State for the colonies, who was also the British Prime Minister for a brief period.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Macquoid arrived in Australia full of optimism for his new role in a new colony, but very soon had slunk into depression.&lt;/div&gt;
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His first major issue was with his new job, which he believed did not have the appropriate status for such an important position. His office was also understaffed and overwhelmed with work. Litigation and bankruptcy proceedings were rife and there were over 700 summonses to be served.&lt;/div&gt;
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To worsen things, Macquoid was also suffering financially after investing in a large farming property in the Tuggeranong Valley, near Canberra, which he named Waniassa. The country had been hit by drought, while the colony was also in financial collapse.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Unable to cope, Macquoid committed suicide in October, 1841, leaving his son Thomas Hyam to deal with his mounting debts.&lt;/div&gt;
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(Incidentally, Thomas Hyam was one of 121 people who died aboard the wreck of the clipper, Dunbar, which crashed into rocks at South Head, at the base of suicide-spot, The Gap, in 1857; his body was never recovered. The Dunbar's anchor was retrieved and is mounted at The Gap as a memorial.)&lt;/div&gt;
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Goderich Lodge was sold at auction two months after Macquoid's death and in the years that followed was rented by the First Bishop of Australia, Dr William Grant Broughton, whose wife died at the house in 1849.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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The next tenant was Surveyor General Samuel Augustus Perry, and then in the 1850s, Goderich Lodge was purchased by Frederick Tooth, of Tooth's Brewery fame, who later sold it to shipping merchant Captain Charles Smith (which was when the illustration at the top of this post was created).&lt;/div&gt;
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Captain Smith died at Goderich from embolism in June 1897 and his wife Marjorie stayed on at the home until at least 1904 when her daughter, Marjorie, married.&lt;/div&gt;
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By then, the original four-acre land grant had been subdivided and there were a number of properties on Macquoid's original estate.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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According to the book, Villas of Darlinghurst, Goderich Lodge, demolished in 1915, was located where the old Hampton Court Hotel sits today (above).&lt;/div&gt;
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The name of the old British PM still remains however, in the laneway that runs along the back of the old Hampton Court Hotel, Goderich Lane.&lt;/div&gt;
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The Hampton Court Hotel, which has been pretty much dormant since the late 1990s has finally been refurbished into apartments, know as The Hampton.&lt;/div&gt;
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And before you start complaining that all the old hotels in the area are being converted into apartments, the hotel actually began life as a 100-flat, apartment block, Hampton Court, after 1915. It was converted into a hotel in the late 1930s, following the death of its owner, motoring industry pioneer Albert Gordon Hampton.&lt;/div&gt;
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This City of Sydney Archives photograph (above) was taken in 1910 from Bayswater Road, looking down Penny Lane before Hampton Court was built.&lt;/div&gt;
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The Victorian-era terrace house to the left would have been built up alongside Goderich Lodge as the land was subdivided. Shame there are no photographs of the lodge, which was obviously further back somewhere.&lt;/div&gt;
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Just over 100 years later, there are no signs of the old Darlinghurst at this corner.&lt;/div&gt;
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The only distinct trace, apart from the laneway, is the curve of the gutter.&lt;/div&gt;
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From the rear, looking down Goderich Lane, the Hampton Court is massive.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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SOURCES: &lt;a href="http://mydarlingdarlinghurst.blogspot.com/search/label/Villas%20of%20Darlinghurst" target="_blank"&gt;Villas of Darlinghurst&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://collection.hht.net.au/firsthhtpictures/picturerecord.jsp?recno=31635" target="_blank"&gt;Historic Houses Trust&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376405536306737023-3764016064643707001?l=mydarlingdarlinghurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mydarlingdarlinghurst.blogspot.com/2012/01/darlinghurst-blog-villas-of.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Violet Tingle)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aLXfyj9rIF8/TPhBr7Ty_9I/AAAAAAAAArU/5nAXH6BreCY/s72-c/Goderich+Lodge.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><georss:featurename>9 Bayswater Rd, Potts Point NSW 2011, Australia</georss:featurename><georss:point>-33.8750482 151.2231637</georss:point><georss:box>-33.876696200000005 151.2206962 -33.8734002 151.22563119999998</georss:box></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376405536306737023.post-3115188869054428355</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Jan 2012 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-20T08:12:34.347+11:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sydney Festival 2012</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Domain</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Across the Border</category><title>Across The Border: Sydney Festival 2012: Mike Patton's Mondo Cane</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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There's nothing like a picnic to while away the summer days, and the Sydney-style version - at this time of year at least - involves crowds of thousands of people.&lt;/div&gt;
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My dear friend Ruby Molteno and I packed a picnic on Saturday evening with the aim of nestling down on the grass for Summer Sounds in the Domain, part of the &lt;a href="http://www.sydneyfestival.org.au/2012/" target="_blank"&gt;Sydney Festival 2012&lt;/a&gt; program, which last week featured former &lt;a href="http://www.fnm.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Faith No More&lt;/a&gt; front-man Mike Patton, doing 1950s and 60s Italian pop songs under the moniker, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mondo_Cane_(album)" target="_blank"&gt;Mondo Cane&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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But rain had been threatening all day and when I at last made it down to Ruby's joint in the Darlinghurst Flatlands the clouds had broken and with the rain pattering on the pavements, we instead picnicked at her place before walking up to the Domain with just a bottle of wine and a picnic blanket to carry.&lt;/div&gt;
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We arrived just after 7pm and managed to score ourselves a square of lawn fairly close to the stage. The rain had stopped by then, so we assumed this fairly valuable, grassy real estate had been abandoned not long before by a group who had no faith in the weather.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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But we are optimists, Ruby and I, and we were certain that a small patch of blue sky was going to spread and the rain clouds would disappear. So we sat through some inaudible speeches by a range of people, including Lord Mayor Clover Moore, and then at 8pm a band called Brous (pronounced Bruce), arrived on stage and played some worldy type of music, which only seemed to encourage the sky to darken.&lt;/div&gt;
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And then he arrived on stage, decked out in a white flashy suit, accompanied by a 25-piece orchestra. It was hard to connect him to the same metal rocker of &lt;a href="http://www.mrbungle.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Mr Bungle&lt;/a&gt; and Faith No More fame, who could conjure the voice of death with a megaphone and mic, and whose &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ERTT_sv8sV0" target="_blank"&gt;Epic &lt;/a&gt;video clip in 1990 caused a stir with animal rights activists because of a goldfish flapping out of water. Big deal in those days.&lt;/div&gt;
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It was one of the best moments I have had all year. Admittedly, I have done very little in 2012, but you know what I mean. A moment I won't forget, especially because just as he was hitting his stride and his white suit was becoming transparent from the rain, the organisers decided to postpone the gig.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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When they finally arrived back, it seemed like an age had passed and the mojo was gone. Patton didn't seem like he was in the mood anymore. We gave him three songs and then beat it - my wet dress was starting to become uncomfortable.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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We wandered through Hyde Park, which was glistening with rain and as we turned a corner through some bushes, we came upon a magical clearing and there amongst the trees, was a little wood cabin, like something out of Twin Peaks.&lt;/div&gt;
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It was a complete &lt;a href="http://www.sydneyfestival.org.au/2012/Venues/The-Jagermeister-Hunting-Lodge-Honda-Festival-Garden/" target="_blank"&gt;Hunting Lodge&lt;/a&gt;, with rocking chairs on the veranda, while inside there was a roaring log fire, leather lounges arranged around low coffee tables and antlers mounted on the walls. We had to stop for a bevvy and dry off. Then Ruby noticed that Nick Zinner from United States band the &lt;a href="http://www.yeahyeahyeahs.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Yeah, Yeah, Yeahs&lt;/a&gt;, was about to arrive for a free DJ set, so we hung about amongst the stuffed animals and chandeliers made from liquor bottles and made ourselves cosy on some woody stools and listened to music under the heaving sky.&lt;/div&gt;
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It was after midnight now and no longer caring about our wet clothes and umbrellas, we slunk into the &lt;a href="http://www.sydneyfestival.org.au/2012/Venues/The-Famous-Spiegeltent-Honda-Festival-Garden/" target="_blank"&gt;The Famous Spiegeltent&lt;/a&gt; (free after 11.30pm) where there was some kind of 50s-style beehived band of women singing the greatest songs for dancing. And so we dumped our rain-soaked handbags in a booth and shoo-bopped until the early hours.&lt;/div&gt;
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Now, over the coming weeks, Ruby and I have a delicious schedule of Sydney Festival 2012 treats: &lt;a href="http://www.sydneyfestival.org.au/2012/All-Events/PJ-Harvey/" target="_blank"&gt;PJ Harvey&lt;/a&gt; tomorrow, &lt;a href="http://www.sydneyfestival.org.au/2012/All-Events/41-Strings-by-Nick-Zinner/" target="_blank"&gt;41 Strings by Nick Zinner&lt;/a&gt; on Sunday and &lt;a href="http://www.sydneyfestival.org.au/2012/All-Events/Future-Classic-DJ-Koze-Prins-Thomas-Keystone-Festival-Bar/" target="_blank"&gt;DJ Koze and Prins Thomas&lt;/a&gt; on the following Saturday. In the meantime we'll be claiming woody stools at the Hunting Lodge as often as possible. Are you doing anything for Sydney Fest this year?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376405536306737023-3115188869054428355?l=mydarlingdarlinghurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mydarlingdarlinghurst.blogspot.com/2012/01/across-border-sydney-festival-2012-mike.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Violet Tingle)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RE5wJcdZrvw/TxPoM4kB7QI/AAAAAAAACa8/ONWZlmpGHVA/s72-c/L1090952.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><georss:featurename>The Domain, Royal Botanic Gardens Sydney- Community Greening Mrs Macquaries Rd, Sydney NSW 2000, Australia</georss:featurename><georss:point>-33.8690293 151.2157918</georss:point><georss:box>-33.8822138 151.1960508 -33.8558448 151.23553280000002</georss:box></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376405536306737023.post-7038029541753567461</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Jan 2012 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-15T00:00:04.302+11:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Street Art</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Liverpool Street</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Listen Up Records</category><title>Darlinghurst Blog: Street Art: Listen Up Records</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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Have you ever seen so many stickers in one place? There must be about five years worth of stickers on the door of Listen Up Records, creating a colourful mosaic of random words and pictures. My favourite sticker is the two cartoon men towards the top right of the door.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Above the door, on the meter box, there's also a great sticker scene of two people running away from some monster-sized butterflies:&lt;/div&gt;
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Love it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376405536306737023-7038029541753567461?l=mydarlingdarlinghurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mydarlingdarlinghurst.blogspot.com/2012/01/darlinghurst-blog-street-art-listen-up.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Violet Tingle)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G031eVajNz4/TxETlrev6xI/AAAAAAAACa0/54z3xtUu8Aw/s72-c/IMG_0366.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><georss:featurename>391 Liverpool St, Darlinghurst NSW 2010, Australia</georss:featurename><georss:point>-33.87837 151.220984</georss:point><georss:box>-33.880018 151.2185165 -33.876721999999994 151.22345149999998</georss:box></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376405536306737023.post-270664158972861784</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Jan 2012 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-13T01:25:43.404+11:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Darlo Bar</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fireworks</category><title>Darlinghurst Blog: Detritus: Happy New Year</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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Okay, so it has taken me a while to wake up and pull my socks on in 2012, but Happy Bloody (Mary) New Year!&lt;/div&gt;
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By 11am on January 1, I was sitting at a footpath table at the Darlo Bar knocking back bloody marys and resolving to do as little as possible for the remainder of the day.&lt;/div&gt;
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Unfortunately that steely resolve of mine lasted almost two weeks, so that now it is already halfway through the first month of the year and I have done nothing much that would be of interest to anyone, least of all Ralf, the street cat (see below modelling his new bell-collar that lasted about two days).&lt;/div&gt;
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It is now January 13 and I have at last made some new year's resolutions, which include:&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;to see more sunrises;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;to write more; and&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;a whole bunch of other things that would sound wanky and predictable.&lt;/li&gt;
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If I at least stick to the second resolution, there should be some fresh blog posts in coming days.&lt;br /&gt;
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But you know how these things go.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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What are your resolutions for the new year? And have you managed to keep them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376405536306737023-270664158972861784?l=mydarlingdarlinghurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mydarlingdarlinghurst.blogspot.com/2012/01/darlinghurst-blog-detritus-happy-new.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Violet Tingle)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ALEBGXOKRl8/Tw7kzZDL41I/AAAAAAAACaM/KPHsXZgicK8/s72-c/IMG_0399.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376405536306737023.post-6863824160782066377</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Dec 2011 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-26T11:27:51.316+11:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ralf the Rat Catcher</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ithaka Kafenion</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Detritus</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Christmas Tree</category><title>Darlinghurst Blog: Detritus: Darlinghurst December Daze</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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Tomatoes. Rich red, ripe tomatoes. I spotted these lovely, shiny, big red tomatoes at Harris Farm Markets in Kings Cross last week and I couldn't help but think of Spanish filmmaker Pedro Almodovar. He loves a good tomato and the fruit features prominently in many of his films.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I visit the cinema about once a year and it is usually to see Almodovar films. His latest, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1189073/" target="_blank"&gt;The Skin I Live In&lt;/a&gt;, was released last week, but I haven't seen it yet and I suppose I haven't done much of anything recently, except work, mooch around the neighbourhood and dream.&lt;/div&gt;
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There was a sunny day earlier this month sometime: the sky was a brilliant Sydney blue, the temperature made it up into the mid-20s and I felt like jumping into the fountain at Kings Cross.&lt;br /&gt;
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Also this month I spotted a flier taped to the light-pole on the corner of Craigend Street and Darlinghurst Road advertising a room available for a "working person or student" for $130 week and no bills. I fit the criteria and briefly considered moving in with Peter and saving a motza on rent, but then I changed my mind and decided I like living alone after all.&lt;/div&gt;
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With that decision made, but also a desire to save money on rent, I thought about buying this doll-house from the Surry Hills Markets. &amp;nbsp;My grand vision was to set the house up under some bushes in the little &lt;a href="http://mydarlingdarlinghurst.blogspot.com/2011/02/darlinghurst-plant-life-caldwell-street.html" target="_blank"&gt;no-name park&lt;/a&gt; on the corner of Nimrod and Craigend streets.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I would plant a little garden around it and build a path made of pebbles leading to the front door.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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All I had to do was shrink myself and my belongings.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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That is when my great idea came unstuck.&lt;/div&gt;
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Another day I saw a massive cloud of smoke outside my kitchen window and thought to myself, "for once those &lt;a href="http://mydarlingdarlinghurst.blogspot.com/2011/03/darlinghurst-heritage-items.html" target="_blank"&gt;Darlinghurst firies&lt;/a&gt; have a real fire on their books".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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But I never heard any sirens. And when I looked out the window one hour later, there was no more smoke.&amp;nbsp;For days afterwards I wondered who put that fire out.&lt;/div&gt;
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On the night of the blood moon I ended up with some friends down at the East Sydney Hotel - the one with no pokies. We sat there for hours, drinking beer and staring at the moon.&lt;br /&gt;
There were loads of French chaps also staring at the moon and then a woman with a guitar arrived and sat down with us and started playing the instrument and we all sang along.&lt;br /&gt;
It was a beautiful, romantic moment until I spotted a man wearing the most bizarre triangular-shaped bag on his back. I pointed it out to my friend and asked her if she knew what the hell it was. She said she didn't know. And so I continue to wonder.&lt;/div&gt;
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For one brief moment I had another brilliant idea: to buy a new and expensive camera so that the photographs on my blog would look half-decent. This idea came to me as I was walking past the Leica shop on Clarence Street in the CBD, so I wandered in to have a look and left about one hour later after being talked through the new Leica, the latest Canon and this sexy little Nikon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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It was all very interesting but I decided I didn't need a new camera after all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I also spent about one hour perusing the shelves at the dollar shop, KX Giftland, in the Kings Cross Shopping Centre, beneath the Coca-Cola sign.&lt;br /&gt;
The shop is one of the most fascinating in the neighbourhood and sells everything imaginable, from silicon rings to fry eggs in, towelling hoods for drying your hair, as well as a vast range of costumes, including a "Night Before Christmas" bikini set for just $12.50.&lt;br /&gt;
It's a strange little stocking filler and - although I'm yet to be convinced - apparently "One size fits most".&lt;/div&gt;
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One Tuesday night I went to the Flinders Hotel to see some bands.&lt;br /&gt;
They were supposed to start at 9pm, but the first act didn't go on until about 10.30pm, by which time I had consumed a quantity of beer that was not conducive to live-music listening and so I - and many others in the pub - became those annoying people who continue to have loud conversations while a poor, struggling musician tries to play their songs.&lt;br /&gt;
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One Sunday I walked past my favourite big fat Greek cafe, &lt;a href="http://mydarlingdarlinghurst.blogspot.com/2011/05/across-border-kings-cross-food-ithaka.html" target="_blank"&gt;Ithaka Kafeneion&lt;/a&gt; at Llankelly Place, and there was a man cooking souvlaki on a barbecue out the front. For the next week I couldn't stop thinking about that souvlaki and how it might taste.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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A week later I convinced a friend to come with me to Ithaka Kafeneion, but when we arrived I realised I was pretty close to broke and the souvlaki cost $20 a plate. My friend was also broke so we decided to buy one serve and split it down the middle.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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It was delicious. The lamb was marinated and tender and lived up to my expectations.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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When I have some money I think I will go back and have a whole serve to myself.&lt;/div&gt;
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Just the other night, the day before pay day, my friend invited me to his birthday drinks at Love Tilly Devine, hidden down Crown Lane in the Darlinghurst flatlands.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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It was quite a balmy evening so I put on an ankle-length summer frock and some ridiculously stupid heels and walked down the hill from home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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It took a long time because the heels were kind of clunky.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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When I finally arrived, it felt good to see my friend on his birthday but he is a wine buff so the waitress kept on recommending bottles from France that cost about $85 each.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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It was a bit expensive for me. Also, in the back of my mind was the pinata I had promised to make for Christmas Day. I knew that if I didn't go home and behave myself and make some glue there would be no bloody pinata, so I bid farewell after just two glasses and set off home to get stuck into some paper mache magic.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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On the way home I spotted the cat that hangs about my street, &lt;a href="http://mydarlingdarlinghurst.blogspot.com/search/label/Ralf%20the%20Rat%20Catcher" target="_blank"&gt;Ralf&lt;/a&gt;, loitering on the corner of Nimrod Street, quite a distance - in cat terms - from his home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I called his name and unexpectedly, he followed me all the way down the street to my front door, inside, up the stairs and into my apartment.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Once inside, he ran straight for the refrigerator and started making really loud meowing noises that I had never heard him make before.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I went over to him and he looked at me, meowed, looked at the fridge and meowed again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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It didn't take a genius to realise what he wanted.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I haven't done much food shopping recently.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I always have coffee and porridge but I had a feeling human breakfast food wouldn't go down for old Ralfie. He's not a dog.&lt;/div&gt;
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So I opened the fridge door and Ralf tried to climb into it - I had to hold him back with one hand while I rustled about inside with the other.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I found some cold meat that was only about three days old and as I pulled it out of the fridge and out of its wrapping, Ralf meowed like a mad cat.&lt;/div&gt;
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I put the meat down on the floor on top of some paper towel, so he wouldn't make a mess, and he set to work while I cleaned my teeth and prepared for bed. I was too exhausted for pinata.&lt;/div&gt;
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When I walked back into the kitchen Ralf was gone and so was the meat.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I went back into the main room and there was Ralf, standing at the front door, ready to leave.&lt;/div&gt;
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I walked him back outside and bid farewell, but he just ran off into the street and didn't even acknowledge me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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The following night I turned down all offers of drinks and dutifully went home to make the pinata. Making the glue was the easy bit. I then had to blow up a balloon and make cones out of cardboard, which I sticky-taped to the balloon to create a star.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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On the first attempt, the balloon popped.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I blew a smaller balloon for the second attempt.&lt;/div&gt;
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I ran some newspaper strips through the glue and smoothed them all over the balloon and cardboard cones in lots of layers.&lt;/div&gt;
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It has now been 24 hours since I covered the balloon and it shows no signs of drying.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I fear the pinata will not be ready for Christmas Day and will instead hang around in a quiet corner of my apartment for the next two months until I decide I really must do something with it and the only thing for a pinata is a South American-style party.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I will probably think about that idea for a week or so and perhaps even plan a Mexican-inspired menu. But then it will all just become too hard, I suppose.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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The margaritas would be easy, but I don't really like the idea of making mini-burritos and -tacos for finger food. That would take forever.&lt;/div&gt;
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Instead, for now, I will just concentrate on Christmas Day and try and come up with some kind of invention, which I will call a pinata, but which won't really be a pinata because the real pinata never dried on time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm thinking of just filling balloons with lollies, hanging them from a tree and letting the blind-folded family children loose with sticks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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If they have blind-folds on, they'll never know the difference.&lt;/div&gt;
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I hope it's a success and I hope you all have a wonderful Christmas Day too, surrounded by friends, family and a good, cheap beer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Warmest wishes, Violet. xxx&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376405536306737023-6863824160782066377?l=mydarlingdarlinghurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mydarlingdarlinghurst.blogspot.com/2011/12/darlinghurst-blog-detritus-darlignhurst.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Violet Tingle)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ROrJAuT2vVk/TvHDzKqO8lI/AAAAAAAACYE/LA-gap-ezwA/s72-c/IMG_0341.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376405536306737023.post-1555641753486301582</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Dec 2011 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-17T09:56:27.302+11:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">People</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Carmen</category><title>Darlinghurst Blog: People: Carmen</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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The area lost one of its most friendly and best-dressed residents this week when Carmen died at St Vincent's Hospital on Thursday morning. I used to love seeing Carmen around the neighbourhood and will really miss those brief and colourful encounters.&lt;/div&gt;
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I first came across her in the late 1990s when she was standing outside the Legion taxi base on Foveaux Street in Surry Hills chatting away to some of the drivers. It was early in the morning and Carmen was dressed in a bright figure-hugging gown that showed off her curves while her long, dark hair was pinned with art flowers. She was the epitome of old fashioned film star glamour.&lt;/div&gt;
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I was so enchanted by her and over the years would see her everywhere: always on Foveaux Street and often outside the taxi base; up on Riley Street, outside her home; over on Elizabeth Street near the Downing Centre courts building; and around Darlinghurst and Kings Cross.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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More recently she would be cruising along in her colourful frocks on a motorised scooter, its front basket festooned with the same flowers that graced her hair, her fingernails immaculately painted, lipstick in place.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I had taken to smiling and waving at her when she went by and this was always returned with a smile so warm; she seemed to be the most carefree and content person in the world.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Then I heard recently that she had been ill and was at St Vincent's Hospice; she wasn't expected to make it I was told.&lt;/div&gt;
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But then, at &lt;a href="http://mydarlingdarlinghurst.blogspot.com/search/label/Wayside%20Chapel" target="_blank"&gt;the opening of the new Wayside Chapel &lt;/a&gt;building in July, there she was, glowing with good health and looking as fabulous and meticulously groomed as ever.&lt;/div&gt;
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For the first time, I decided to introduce myself and tell her I was glad to see that she was well again and that her presence on the streets had been missed. She happily posed for a photograph (above) and you cannot miss the warmth in that smile.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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But Carmen's battle wasn't over and she died of kidney failure this week, aged 75.&lt;/div&gt;
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It is only since then, that I have learnt what an amazingly strong character she was.&lt;/div&gt;
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Born in New Zealand as Trevor Rupe, she worked in the army before joining the sex industry in Australia in the 1950s where she became the country's first Maori drag queen, taking her name from the title character in the 1954 Otto Preminger musical, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carmen_Jones_(film)" target="_blank"&gt;Carmen Jones&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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She worked at Les Girls in the Cross and Tabu, and according to &lt;a href="http://www.smh.com.au/lifestyle/private-sydney/murphys-law-puts-twitter-on-the-case-20111216-1oyrq.html" target="_blank"&gt;this Sydney Morning Herald article&lt;/a&gt;, (third item down), &amp;nbsp;was a regular at Sydney's first gay bar, The Purple Onion, and mates with underworld figure, Abe Saffron.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t1ImfAtCJUA&amp;amp;list=UUyMnGumSQ-yKa-L8TEN3OuQ&amp;amp;index=14&amp;amp;feature=plcp" target="_blank"&gt;The Stations of the X video history project &lt;/a&gt;interviewed Carmen and she discussed this era: how she made her name dancing with snakes and how the police would regularly raid the clubs and brutally beat the drag queens.&lt;/div&gt;
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In the 1960s, she returned to New Zealand and opened a number of businesses in Wellington, including a "notorious massage parlour", &lt;a href="http://tvnz.co.nz/entertainment-news/flamboyant-nz-drag-queen-carmen-dies-4644163?ref=facebook" target="_blank"&gt;TVNZ reports&lt;/a&gt;, which was frequented by politicians and businessmen.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;"Despite homosexuality being illegal in NZ at the time, sexual liaisons could be organised at Carmen's," TVNZ writes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;"Interested patrons would arrange their coffee cups in particular ways to show what kind of liaison they wanted: a heterosexual, gay, transsexual, or drag queen encounter.&lt;br /&gt;"In the event of a police raid, Carmen had created an elaborate system of doors and stairways that offered patrons various escape routes."&lt;br /&gt;In a 2001 interview, Carmen said: "We had a secret door so you'd never know who was going up there . . . we had plenty of famous people but I'm terrible with names - although I always remember sizes."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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In the mid-1970s Carmen was forced to give evidence before New Zealand parliament's privilege's committee for apparently hinting that a number of politicians were gay.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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And in 1977, she unsuccessfully ran for Mayor of Wellington, pushing for abortion and homosexual acts to be decriminalised and the drinking age to be lowered to 18 - all which are now part of legislation in New Zealand.&lt;/div&gt;
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In Sydney, she was treated as royalty in the community and in 2002 led the Decade of Divas float at the Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras parade.&lt;/div&gt;
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Her funeral will be held at midday on Tuesday at the Church of&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.tewairuatapu.com.au/" target="_blank"&gt;Te Wairua Tapu&lt;/a&gt;, 587 Elizabeth Street,&amp;nbsp;Redfern, followed by burial at Rookwood Cemetery, at Lidcombe, in Sydney's west.&lt;br /&gt;
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Carmen Tione Rupe&lt;/div&gt;
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10/10/1936 - 15/12/2011&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376405536306737023-1555641753486301582?l=mydarlingdarlinghurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mydarlingdarlinghurst.blogspot.com/2011/12/darlinghurst-blog-people-carmen.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Violet Tingle)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-quH2eXS91wU/TupdttwWB3I/AAAAAAAACX8/viwfa6ofUqE/s72-c/L1080022.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376405536306737023.post-3036773604305656499</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Dec 2011 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-24T11:46:06.353+11:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Palmer Lane</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Street of the Week</category><title>Darlinghurst Blog: Street of the Week: Palmer Lane</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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Palmer Lane must be the cutest street in Darlinghurst. I only discovered it last week while dawdling through the flatlands with my old chum, Ruby Molteno. We were walking to her apartment and she insisted we take a detour off Bourke Street, down Berwick Lane and then along Palmer Lane. And I was so glad we did.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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It was another one of those balmy Sydney days where the air was thick and warm and we felt so drunk on life as we breathed in the rich heady fragrance of flowering plants with just the softest whisper of wind falling across our faces and bare arms.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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When the weather is like that I feel like the happiest person in the world and any thoughts of blackness disappear.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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In fact I was so content I felt like lying down in the middle of the street on the hot bitumen and singing loudly.&lt;/div&gt;
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It really was the perfect day to wander down Palmer Lane as the flowers of the purple Jacarandas, brilliant white Star Jasmine and crimson Bougainvillea had just exploded open and were at their peak.&lt;/div&gt;
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There was also loads of interesting window boxes: the residents seem to be plant nuts. If you have 30 minutes spare this weekend, pop down to Palmer Lane for a little exploration along this very sweet street.&lt;/div&gt;
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Is this the secret tunnel that we have been searching for?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Perhaps my detective skills failed and I gave up too early on the hunt for the secret tunnels, which a young Stephen Hickmott and other boys from the old Marist Brothers College used to explore in the 1960s.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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But that hasn't stopped other history detectives from going on the hunt for the mysterious tunnel that led from Ye Olde Darlinghurst Gaol, beneath Burton and Liverpool streets to the Alexandra Flats on the corner of Darley Street.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Yesterday I received these sensational and intriguing photographs, which show a tunnel beneath the former jail site, now a technical college.&lt;/div&gt;
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If you are late on the hunt for the tunnels, see the stories &lt;a href="http://mydarlingdarlinghurst.blogspot.com/2010/12/darlinghurst-reader-story-stephen.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://mydarlingdarlinghurst.blogspot.com/2011/01/darlinghurst-detritus-violet.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and then come back to this post.&lt;br /&gt;
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The student who sent me the photographs said there was an excavation contractor working at the technical college this week fixing a sewer main about 5m underground, close to the entrance on Forbes Street . . .&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"As they got about 3m down they apparently started to hit the side of some very large lime and sandstone boulders,'' she writes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"The excavation man said he noticed that they had been carved and wondered why they were so far down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"It wasn't until later when one of the plumbers was standing in the 5m deep hole that he noticed a gap in the sandstone blocks that were now at his eye level, just big enough to fit your fist threw (above).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"The contractors must have moved one out of place with their digging machine, which then revealed a long tunnel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"From where I was standing I could see in and I saw exactly what you described about the tunnels: 3 foot-wide limestone walls as far as the torch would shine, going off in to parts which could be those cells you were also talking about."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It certainly looks like the tunnel that Stephen Hickmott described. But until someone crawls inside them and follows them all the way, we might never know where they go.&lt;/div&gt;
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The student has invited me to go and have a sticky beak TODAY from behind the work-fence, but I am stuck in the office and would never be able to get there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Is there anyone who can go and have a look? Perhaps you could distract the workers somehow and then slip into the tunnel when they are not looking and just crawl for dear life.&lt;/div&gt;
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But just imagine if they filled in the hole while you were inside and you became trapped in there forever, until you died of thirst and starvation.&lt;/div&gt;
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I could not in good conscience encourage this kind of dangerous behaviour, but if you can go for a sticky from behind the safety of the work-fence, please do and report back with details.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376405536306737023-4032722732089432233?l=mydarlingdarlinghurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mydarlingdarlinghurst.blogspot.com/2011/11/darlinghurst-blog-detritus-secret.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Violet Tingle)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IDmt25JxJH4/Ts4hNYrk1PI/AAAAAAAACXc/cOaIcxH2FGY/s72-c/Secret+Tunnel.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>13</thr:total><georss:featurename>180 Darlinghurst Rd, Darlinghurst NSW 2010, Australia</georss:featurename><georss:point>-33.8806799 151.2186198</georss:point><georss:box>-34.3027594 150.5869058 -33.458600399999995 151.8503338</georss:box></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376405536306737023.post-4510085655614066181</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Nov 2011 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-18T00:00:13.396+11:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Thomson Lane</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Thomson Street</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Street of the Week</category><title>Darlinghurst Blog: Street of the Week: Thomson Street North</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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I'm starting a new occasional series today called Street of the Week. Nominate your favourite now!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I came up with the idea after a ramble through the Darlinghurst flatlands one muggy day last week when all the colours of the neighbourhood seemed to have intensified in the heat.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I was dawdling along Bourke Street when I noticed this vibrant Jacaranda (above left), like a violet firecracker bursting with flowers. I followed its branches up the Liverpool Street hill and along a paved area until I arrived at the northern end of Thomson Street.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Houses ran along the east side of the street, to my right, while a fence ran down the western side protecting pedestrians from falling down a sheer sandstone-brick wall, that dropped down to a dunny lane at the back of homes on Bourke Street. The view across the city was amazing. Go and see for yourself.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IRpAhPYmr6A/TsOBFFQ50wI/AAAAAAAACWk/ZXSw_jBnO-M/s1600/L1090595.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IRpAhPYmr6A/TsOBFFQ50wI/AAAAAAAACWk/ZXSw_jBnO-M/s400/L1090595.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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And the row of houses were among the sweetest - and most enormous - I have seen.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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It seemed all the residents took great pride in their homes and street.&lt;/div&gt;
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That neighbourhood pride was most evident right at the end of the street where one resident has set up an urban garden idyll with benches, planter boxes, hanging baskets and mirrors.&lt;/div&gt;
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They had even built this lattice screen to create their garden enclave:&lt;/div&gt;
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There were so many lovely things to see:&lt;/div&gt;
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And even as I left the street and slipped up Shorter Lane to Forbes Street, there was this last lovely glimpse at the backs of homes down the gated Thomson Lane:&lt;/div&gt;
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What's your favourite street?&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376405536306737023-4510085655614066181?l=mydarlingdarlinghurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mydarlingdarlinghurst.blogspot.com/2011/11/darlinghurst-blog-street-of-week.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Violet Tingle)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A_QFuJc3i-A/TsOAtsVULiI/AAAAAAAACWM/BkzTXlKodvE/s72-c/L1090525.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total><georss:featurename>1 Thomson St, Darlinghurst NSW 2010, Australia</georss:featurename><georss:point>-33.8775999 151.2179864</georss:point><georss:box>-33.8778059 151.2176779 -33.8773939 151.2182949</georss:box></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376405536306737023.post-5325789659598557377</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Nov 2011 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-15T00:00:04.188+11:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Boca Argentinian Grill</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Food</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Liverpool Street</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Victoria Street</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">History</category><title>Darlinghurst Blog: Food: Boca Argentinian Grill</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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My friend Sapphire Tenzing and I always seem to eat at the same cafes and restaurants and go to the same pubs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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It's not that we are completely unadventurous. It just seems easier to meet up at the usual haunts because if we have a craving for a particular dish, we know where to find it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Or if we are running short of cash, we know where to eat on the cheap.&amp;nbsp;And it's always best to play it safe when we're broke.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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That's why it's always the Darlo Bar ($12 Pad Thai for two), the Kings Cross Hotel ($12 steaks) or the Fountain Cafe (longest happy hour in the district).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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But after a recent trip to the cinema to see Woody Allen's latest, Midnight in Paris, we began musing on life, dreams and romanticism and decided that we should have dinner somewhere we had never eaten before.&lt;/div&gt;
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And that's how we ended up at Boca Argentinian Grill.&lt;/div&gt;
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Boca opened about 18 months ago at 310 Liverpool Street, on the corner of Victoria Street, and it was hard not to notice its arrival at this bustling intersection.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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The building was once home to a Pasta Pantry eat-in/take-out place and was looking a little faded.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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The owners of Boca completely revamped the building, painting the exterior in a pale pink, with punchy yellow window frames and woodwork, as well as bright blue veranda railings.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Colourful lights were hung from the awnings, footpath chairs and tables were added and the building suddenly had a new, lively and more welcoming presence on the street.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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From the outside, passersby could also look through the large windows into the barbecue or &lt;i&gt;parilla&lt;/i&gt; style kitchen and see large chunks of meat hanging from hooks and all kinds of cuts being seared on the grill. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Prior to the Pasta Pantry and long before Boca, the building - which I can trace back to the 1880s - was home to another foodie joint owned by a Maltese family, the Abelas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Joseph and Phyllis Abela lived in the upstairs of the building in the late 1940s and 50s and on the ground floor operated a corner shop delicatessen.&lt;/div&gt;
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In March, 1950, Phyllis died at the Royal Women's Hospital in Paddington, leaving Joseph as sole carer of their six children -&amp;nbsp;Deirdre, Carmen, Lena, Victor, Josie and Mary.&lt;/div&gt;
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Two years later, in September 1952, the Abela's shop was robbed by an armed man who threatened young Deirdre with a pistol.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;A man early last night held up a young Maltese girl at pistol point in her father's mixed goods shop at the corner of Liverpool Street and Victoria Road, Darlinghurst, and stole 15 Pounds from the till.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;The man threatened to shoot the girl, Deirdre Abela, 17, if she screamed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;He then snatched the money, ran out to the street and apparently escaped in a car.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Miss Abela said she was alone in the shop about 8 o'clock when the man walked in.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;He asked for a drink and paid for it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;''He seemed very nervous," Miss Abela said.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;''He had the drink and asked for a packet of cigarettes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;"I put the cigarettes on the counter and asked him for the money.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;''He pulled a grey looking pistol from his pocket and said, 'Don't you scream or I'll shoot you'.''&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;''I started to say, 'You . . . ' and he said 'You shut up', waving the pistol at me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;''I didn't scream because I didn't want to get shot.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;''He reached over the counter, snatched two Five Pound notes and five One Pound notes and then ran out the door.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;''I ran around the counter and into the street and saw a car pulling away at high speed.''&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Miss Abela rang her father, Mr Joe Abela, who was visiting some relatives.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Mr Abela rang the police.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Police in wireless cars searched the area but found no trace of the man or a possible accomplice.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Miss Abela told the police the man spoke with a foreign accent and was of foreign appearance.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;She said he was about 26 years, 5ft 5in tall and appeared to have one black eye.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I can find no record of whether the police ever caught the pistol-packing, thieving foreigner and I don't know what happened to the Abelas. I hope Deirdre wasn't too disturbed by the experience. She seemed fine enough to speak to the Sydney Morning Herald's crime reporter, so I imagine she wasn't too scarred. The counter where she was robbed would have been where there is a long eating bar at Boca (above).&lt;br /&gt;
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The interior of Boca is even more colourful than the outside, with rich red walls on the ground floor, while the collection of rooms on the first floor are covered in hyper-coloured blue and yellow stripes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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There's also an excellent open air area on the first floor, which would be a great place for a work party or large group of friends, because you could take over the whole space.&lt;/div&gt;
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A lot of care has gone into the look and feel of the restaurant and that same thoughtfulness comes across from the waitstaff too. We had about four staff waiting on our table and they were really friendly and super efficient.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Saph and I grabbed a table outside so we could watch the passing parade of people in Halloween costumes and within minutes a waiter was pouring us glasses of the house-wine from a penguin-shaped carafe, called a &lt;i&gt;pinguino&lt;/i&gt; ($23).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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The &lt;i&gt;pinguino&lt;/i&gt; was the cutest thing we had seen all day and had us in stitches as I would never think to associate penguins with Argentina. We asked the waiter what on earth the penguin meant, but he just shrugged and laughed and had no explanation.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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The only clue I could find while googling was that serving wine from penguin-shaped jugs was popular with working class Argentinians in the 1930s and that most elderly Argentinian still have them in their cupboards.&lt;/div&gt;
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Then I also learned that the Argentinian coastline is a breeding ground for the migratory Magellanic Penguin and six other species of the water bird, including the Macaroni, Chinstrap and Rockhopper penguins.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I didn't know there was such a thing as a Macaroni Penguin either.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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But now I know that the Macaroni Penguin - which has a rather extravagant yellow crest - takes its name from the 18th century British term &lt;i&gt;macaroni, &lt;/i&gt;used to describe a flamboyant fashion style such as that worn by the character, Yankee Doodle.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;"Yankee Doodle went to town, riding on a pony, stuck a feather in his cap and called it macaroni."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Anyway, there's no macaroni on the menu at Boca, just loads and loads of meat.&lt;/div&gt;
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Saph and I skipped the &lt;i&gt;entrades,&lt;/i&gt; such as the &lt;i&gt;empanadas&lt;/i&gt; (two for $11), South American pastries with savoury fillings; the &lt;i&gt;torta frita&lt;/i&gt;, an Argentinian cheese bread ($3); and the &lt;i&gt;picada,&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;a sharing plate of cured meats, pickled veal tongue and rolled flank steak stuffed with vegetables, olives and pickled yellow peppers ($23).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Instead we went straight for the &lt;i&gt;parrillada pampa&lt;/i&gt; main meat platter (above, $60), which featured lamb leg, rump steak and chicken thigh, all marinated and sizzling away on a mini table-top barbecue with sides of &lt;i&gt;chimichurri&lt;/i&gt; sauce and &lt;i&gt;salsa criolla&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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The platter came with our salad of choice, &lt;i&gt;ensalada del berro&lt;/i&gt;, which was the tiniest bowl of watercress, spanish onions and capers in lemon dressing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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We also ordered another side, &lt;i&gt;papas estralladas ($10)&lt;/i&gt;, or crushed potatoes pan fried with garlic and olive oil, which was also rather small for the price.&lt;/div&gt;
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We didn't mind too much though, because by then we were already on to our second &lt;i&gt;pinguino&lt;/i&gt; and were so full that we were struggling to get through the large selection of meat on the grill. There was enough meat for four people and only enough salad for one.&lt;/div&gt;
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When we could eat no more, the waiter vanished with our leftover meat and returned with it in two fashion boutique-style paper bags - no one would have any idea we were carrying home large quantities of meat.&lt;br /&gt;
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You would think by now we would have been wise to call it quits, but then some sweet treats arrived on the neighbouring table and we couldn't help but be envious.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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We had already spent most of the night watching the endless array of food being brought to the table of three men who seemed to know the Boca owner. The final dish they were served was a rectangular plate carrying three 1cm-thick chocolate coated circles and they looked delicious.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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A waiter told us they were a traditional layered sweet pastry called&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;alfajores&lt;/i&gt;, and that each Argentinian province had their own unique varieties, which come with different pastries, fillings or coatings.&lt;/div&gt;
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The Boca plate of three &lt;i&gt;alfajores&lt;/i&gt;, which variously include jam or caramel fillings, costs $29, or they are $12 each.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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We decided against an &lt;i&gt;alfajor&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;as we had already eaten too much, but then the waiter returned with an &lt;i&gt;alfajor&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;on a plate and said it was complimentary. He was so sweet.&lt;/div&gt;
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We chopped it into four and realised we could manage to squeeze a bit more food in after all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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It was the most amazing thing, kind of like a gourmet wagon wheel, with biscuit and caramel covered in crisp chocolate.&lt;/div&gt;
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As we walked home we reflected on how friendly the waitstaff were, especially the young man who brought us the &lt;i&gt;alfajor&lt;/i&gt;. Then while we were discussing how inexpensive all that food was, we realised they hadn't charged us for the second &lt;i&gt;pinguino &lt;/i&gt;either.&lt;br /&gt;
This hospitality wasn't wasted, as both of us can't wait to return for a rooftop night with endless &lt;i&gt;pinguinos&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;alfajors -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;and it could become one of our regular haunts.&lt;/div&gt;
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Boca Argentinian Grill&lt;/div&gt;
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310 Liverpool Street&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.boca.com.au/"&gt;www.boca.com.au&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376405536306737023-5325789659598557377?l=mydarlingdarlinghurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mydarlingdarlinghurst.blogspot.com/2011/11/darlinghurst-blog-food-boca-argentinian.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Violet Tingle)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfqEttyJuJ0/Tr9c3spu00I/AAAAAAAACV8/KtQmeUtIIfQ/s72-c/L1090572.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376405536306737023.post-872392704484421478</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Nov 2011 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-13T00:00:04.119+11:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Novar</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Detritus</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Darley Street</category><title>Darlinghurst Blog: Detritus: Paper Ghosts</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PmwoedUIS40/Tr4lr9qQVnI/AAAAAAAACVc/5qac7QLPVPc/s1600/L1090530.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PmwoedUIS40/Tr4lr9qQVnI/AAAAAAAACVc/5qac7QLPVPc/s400/L1090530.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PmwoedUIS40/Tr4lr9qQVnI/AAAAAAAACVc/5qac7QLPVPc/s1600/L1090530.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Halloween was two weeks ago but these little white paper ghosts were still hanging from a tree outside &lt;a href="http://mydarlingdarlinghurst.blogspot.com/2010/10/6-darlinghurst-heritage-items-novar.html"&gt;Novar&lt;/a&gt; on Darley Street when I went by the other day. They looked really sweet, swaying in the breeze.&lt;/div&gt;
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I've built myself a new little online nest and I'd really like to know what you think of it.**&lt;/div&gt;
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Blogger, which hosts my blog, has been rolling out a series of new designs and updates in a bid to improve the "blogger experience", and I like to think of myself as one of those people that embraces the new, so I thought I'd try one out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Of the eight new designs, this &lt;a href="http://mydarlingdarlinghurst.blogspot.com/view/flipcard"&gt;"Flipcard"&lt;/a&gt; version seems to work the best with the My Darling Darlinghurst blog style. You can try the others using the drop-down menu at the top left of the home page, but the Flipcard is my home style.&lt;/div&gt;
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I have also returned to a pink colour scheme, because I just can't resist a good shade of that colour and this one is not too bad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Unfortunately, they haven't yet updated certain blogger gadgets, which means for the time being there is no chapter section, with easy links to my posts on Heritage Items, Plant Life, Animal Life, Across the Border, Past and Present, Detritus, Retailers, Street Art et al.&lt;/div&gt;
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Which is a shame as I kind of built this blog around the notion of chapters. I am hoping Blogger adds the gadget functions soon, so I can reinstate that and the A-Z too.&lt;/div&gt;
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There are a few other areas that Blogger still needs to add and update, but if you haven't already noticed, I won't bore you with those details.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tItlBqxGBcI/TrkKs0orATI/AAAAAAAACUs/XCBBexVPQkM/s1600/L1090521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tItlBqxGBcI/TrkKs0orATI/AAAAAAAACUs/XCBBexVPQkM/s400/L1090521.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Anyway, last weekend my eagle-eyed friend in the Darlinghurst flatlands, Ruby Molteno, dragged me three blocks along Bourke Street with the promise of seeing "the most amazing little nest" that some street artist had created.&lt;br /&gt;
"I'm not going to show you where it is,'' she said.&lt;br /&gt;
''All I will say is that it is not too high up and it's really cute."&lt;br /&gt;
Well, it didn't take me long to spot it:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g6NHwIiL5e4/TrkKzuPBq8I/AAAAAAAACU0/PN2SIkl9SpE/s1600/L1090522.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Are you sure that is a piece of art,'' I said to Ruby.&lt;/div&gt;
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"Or is it just some basket that someone's thrown out the window and it's landed in the tree."&lt;/div&gt;
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"No,'' Ruby assured me.&lt;/div&gt;
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''Look, it's all intricately woven into the branches; someone has spent a lot of time making this."&lt;/div&gt;
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Well, whatever the case, it is kind of cute, don't you think?&lt;/div&gt;
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And what do you think of the new blog look? Please let me know.&lt;/div&gt;
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If you hate it, I do hope Blogger lets me revert back to my old style.&lt;br /&gt;
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**UPDATE: I have reverted back to my old template because there are too many glitches with the new dynamic templates designed by Blogger. Things went missing and then they also removed my links to Twitter, Facebook and the Subscriber form. So until they sort it out I'm sticking with my original design.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376405536306737023-8605715297791450158?l=mydarlingdarlinghurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mydarlingdarlinghurst.blogspot.com/2011/11/darlinghurst-blog-detritus-new-nest.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Violet Tingle)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ne2yWPGzFps/TrkKhR_dcQI/AAAAAAAACUk/HtijO5aQgZY/s72-c/L1090520.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>221 Bourke St, Darlinghurst NSW 2010, Australia</georss:featurename><georss:point>-33.8758585 151.217684</georss:point><georss:box>-33.8775065 151.2152165 -33.8742105 151.2201515</georss:box></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376405536306737023.post-3781348179522771209</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Nov 2011 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-17T10:05:06.471+11:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">City of Sydney</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bourke Street</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cactus</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Plant Life</category><title>Darlinghurst Blog: Plant Life: Bourke Street Cactus</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IZ8YNbZeMcM/Tre9AlSoghI/AAAAAAAACUM/m57d8jxLl_A/s1600/IMG_0089.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IZ8YNbZeMcM/Tre9AlSoghI/AAAAAAAACUM/m57d8jxLl_A/s400/IMG_0089.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Back in December last year when the City of Sydney council was building its Bourke Street Cycleway, there was a story in the &lt;a href="http://digitaledition.wentworthcourier.com.au/default.aspx?iid=43221&amp;amp;startpage=page0000016#folio=001"&gt;Wentworth Courier &lt;/a&gt;about this large cactus, which was planted in a garden bed next to the footpath.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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The Wentworth Courier spoke to an appropriately named resident, Clare Verngreen, who with her green thumb had kept the cactus alive for over a decade.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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But because of the new cycleway garden beds, the City of Sydney council's landscapers had decided the cactus had to go because it posed a risk to passersby.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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At the time, my friend Ruby Molteno took a photograph of the plant and a copy of the Wenty article that had been taped up nearby:&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;"A large cactus in a Bourke Street garden bed is facing the chop because it does not fit into council planting plans,'' the Wentworth Courier reported.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;"Clare Verngreen, who has been tending the garden outside her Bourke Street home for more than 10 years said she was notified by a project manager on the Sydney Council bicycle path project that her cactus had to go.''&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;A council spokesperson told the local magazine that the cactus ''posed a safety hazard to people passing by" and had to be removed because the cactus is ''of a large size and protrudes outside the garden bed and unfortunately, replanting is not an option due to the size and the dangerous 20-30mm needles.''&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Well, it seems that the council and Gardener Verngreen reached a solution to the problem, because when I was passing by on sunny Sunday, I couldn't help but notice the blooming marvellous cactus, which was weighted down with bright yellow flowers:&lt;/div&gt;
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The cactus is thriving and is even surrounded by other flowering succulents so that it has actually become a little desert-style garden.&lt;/div&gt;
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The flowers also look so healthy, as if they are really happy to have been able to remain at their home of 10 years.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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The council has since developed a draft &lt;a href="http://www.cityofsydney.nsw.gov.au/council/onexhibition/GreeningSydney.asp"&gt;Greening Sydney&lt;/a&gt; plan that means we will see more street-side plants being encouraged and also planted, which I think is the most marvellous thing.&lt;/div&gt;
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If you want to pay a visit to the cactus while it's in bloom, the plant is located just outside 221 Bourke Street.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376405536306737023-3781348179522771209?l=mydarlingdarlinghurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mydarlingdarlinghurst.blogspot.com/2011/11/darlinghurst-blog-plant-life-bourke.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Violet Tingle)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IZ8YNbZeMcM/Tre9AlSoghI/AAAAAAAACUM/m57d8jxLl_A/s72-c/IMG_0089.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><georss:featurename>221 Bourke St, Darlinghurst NSW 2010, Australia</georss:featurename><georss:point>-33.8758585 151.217684</georss:point><georss:box>-33.8775065 151.2152165 -33.8742105 151.2201515</georss:box></item></channel></rss>

