28/6/1985 Post-modern osso buco

Now I note from Wikipedia that Friday 28 June 1985 is auspicious for not very much other than AC/DC releasing as album called Fly on the Wall, which has the distinction of not including one song I can head bang along with. None of the tracks ring any kind of bell – hell’s or otherwise.

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I do know, though, that there was a La Boite Ball mooted and cancelled for this date, and also that La Bamba wasn’t possible due to technical things happening for a production of John Bradley’s, Logan. Fortunate really, as I was so sick that I couldn’t go to work. Oddly enough, my diary records a day out with Pip. I seem to have managed to accompany her to the godforsaken Buranda shopping centre (I guess that being near a hospital I felt it was a safe trip) and then to Paddy’s Markets at Teneriffe and then for a ferry ride to Hawthorne (sea air being reparative) and finally home in the afternoon to start 

cooking for a dinner party in the evening (food is important when ill – to keep your energy up).

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Dave Pyle

Anne Jones and I cooked for Dave Pyle, Laura McKew, Toni Warburton and Tony Biggs (who apparently never arrived).

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It’s pleasing to note from this distance that we prepared manicotti, osso buco and ricotta cheese cake. I suspect the manicotti and the cheese cake were products of the James St Cheese Factory, sadly now a small block of poorly executed and badly conceived apartments.

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I bet they didn’t get the milky smell out…

 The James Street Cheese Factory was run by a family of American Italians, I think. They had a way with ricotta and ultimately closed rather than cow-tow to the ‘man’ and his anglo-protestant health regulations. It sat empty for years, like it was saying “va fan’culo” to the Council and could re-open whenever it wanted to. Then it suddently turned into a rendered, post-modern couple of crap apartments.

The baked ricotta lives I’m sure, for all who new it’s wonders. I do say, in my diary, that I had to retire early from the dinner party – due to illness. It was either that, or push on to the QIT Campus Club for the Lime Spiders

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24-27/6/1985 Freezin’ and the flu

I’ve picked a good week to fall behind in my postings – there seems to have been little on apart, of course, from Pip’s 23rd birthday on Monday 24th June 1985. This event, I celebrated with a La Bamba meeting and an audition, before a fast bus back to Highgate Hill and dinner with Pip and John and a bunch of Clearys.

I remember these early days with Pip’s parents, Mary and Len Cleary – tiny steps on both sides. Mary liked to bash me on the arm when she was nervous, or fold a napkin and use her fingernail to ‘iron’ the creases. Len was quite jovial. Still, this evening went well and Mary and Len drove me home, seeing as how they were also driving Maria home in roughly my direction. (Thankful for having Maria in the car with Pip’s parents I would have been!)

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Mary & Len Cleary

Tuesday 25 June was reported by my diary as being “amazingly cold” and “0 degrees at our house” and I woke feeling ill apparently. (I’m actually sniffling at the moment – is this a 27 year pattern!). I obviously took the only option available and stopped at the local shop for a video on the way home. The local shop video library was a sad resort for the video desperate, renting battered and worn videos well past their prime – my choice, Flying High II and I’ll begrudgingly agree that I may have smiled a couple of times while watching it. Twas electric blankets on the bed and slapstick dreams for me that night. 

Wednesday 26 June was a night filled with the wonders of televison and an early night. (I was sick remember). Thursday saw me leave work early and headed to Pip’s (for sympathy I expect) but she wasn’t home. I headed home via Merlo’s restaurant in Merthyr Rd, where I must have figured a pizza would cure me, before heading back to Pip’s for an afternoon’s recuperative rest on her sunny deck. 

David Pyle, who was I suspect, working for the Qld Ballet at this time, arrived at Pip’s with a dancer named Sally to be billeted for a week or so. Fascinating as that must have been, I was lured away to shopping with the house buddies at the beautifully appointed Lutwyche Mall before heading home to to late night visitors (Jim and Richard reportedly came a visiting quite late – I got nuthin’) and I hit the sick bed.

Now the what’s on listings for this week show that La Boite was opening Logan – I can only wonder why there was no mention of it my diary so far – beginning of the La Bamba end perhaps?

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22-23/6/1985 Aroma of the weekend

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I’m going to chunk the weekend of the 22nd and 23rd June, 1985 into one. I worked in my cellar for half the day on Saturday and had lunch at Aroma’s of all places – I’m fairly safe in saying that was probably the last time I visited Aroma’s, although I may have coffee-ed at the Regent Cinema store a couple of times since then. I’m assuming the Aroma’s of which I speak was the Hilton one. 

After lunch it was a bus ride to the ferry terminal at the end of Ganges St in Hill End and a ferry ride to St Lucia for a walk to Triple Zed for meeting with “some youngsters” who wanted to start a regular show. I logged no other details – I wonder what it was? Bussed backed to Pip and John’s house for an evening in front of the telly. 

Sunday I had the 10am to 2pm shift on Triple Zed which I always enjoyed and afterwards back to Pip’s place where a party was well-underway for her birthday. Maria Cleary drove me into town to collect the cake I had ordered from Le Scoops. 

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Maria Cleary – 1985

The partay continued till around 7pm and I drove Anne Jones’ car home for what my diary convinces me was a cold and early night.

 

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I’m going to chunk the weekend of the 22nd and 23rd June, 1985 into one. I worked in my cellar for half the day on Saturday and had lunch at Aroma’s of all places – I’m fairly safe in saying that was probably the last time I visited Aroma’s, although I may have coffee-ed at the Regent Cinema store a couple of times since then.

After lunch it was a bus ride to the ferry terminal at the end of Ganges St in Hill End and a ferry ride to St Lucia for a walk to Triple Zed for meeting with “some youngsters” who wanted to start a regular show. I logged no other details – I wonder what it was? Bussed backed to Pip and John’s house for an evening in front of the telly. 

Sunday I had the 10am to 2pm shift on Triple Zed which I always enjoyed and afterwards back to Pip’s place where a party was well-underway for her birthday. Maria Cleary drove me into town to collect the cake I had ordered from Le Scoops. The partay continued till around 7pm and I drove Anne Jones’ car home for what my diary convinces me was a cold and early night.

21/6/1985 Hepnotic Hits

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Way back on a Friday night, June 21 1985, La Bamba had a World Premiere of a local film called, Hits, written and directed by Stephen Stockwell and featuring a host of local folk in a range of roles chasing each other around Brisbane.

Mark Bracken, Penny Glass, Glen Perry, Michelle Andringa, Jo Forsyth featured on screen. It also features a bunch of songs from local bands in the soundtrack and it’s still an interesting watch…

Part two can be found here. Despite world premieres, I followed my normal Friday night routine of shopping with the house mates at Coles New Farm, and Anne Jones, Ron Layne and I went home and cooked steaks, which we ate in the fine company of Damien Ledwich and Buffy Lavery.

Steak eating gave way to La Boite and La Bamba, but Pip and I appeared to have bunked out of La Bamba duty in favour of a Joint Effort at Easts Leagues Club in Coorparoo. It was one of my faves, The Dynamic Hepnotics, supported by Vicious Kites and The Kents.

I really loved the Dynamic Hepnotics, with Continental Robert out front – my diary contains a very guarded indication that they were “great fun”, what? …and the Vicious Kites were good but boring. 

20/6/1985 Lutwyche is the bombe.

The 20th of June and I met Pip for lunch in the City – we ate at Sportsgirl, who went through a phase of having a salad bar in the basement of their Queen St Store.

I was back down town after work ordering a cake for Pip’s approaching 23rd birthday at Le Scoops. I haven’t noted it, but I’m sure I would have ordered an ice-cream cake that I think was called a Bombe.

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A bombe – but not one of Scoops’

It was a mixture of ice cream and gelato and it may, or may not, have had a Miro-esque pattern on the top. I’m thinking it was hemisperical and very smooth. They were quite an extravagance in the day – but sooooo worth it.

Caught a bus to Pip’s place for a Chinese meal then we headed out to do some shopping, managing to navigate a course to one of my least favourite shopping centres (still is) Lutwyche, which was just as creepy and half closed as it is now.

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I think it must have been about to end it’s premiere incarnation and undergo the first of many half-arsed facelifts. Still the interesting thing that made it into the diary was our first discovery of the italian deli there – a veritable Alladin’s Culinary Cave at the time. I remember this night. I remember chatting to the owner and his father who were about to open a cafe at Milton. I guess it took them a few more years – it was Joe and Sal Virzi whose La Dolce Vita bought an Italian cafe experience to Brisbane – sadly it didn’t know where to stop and has evolved into a giant, scary monster. Still, their Lutwyche deli was spettacolare in 1985.

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Joe Virzi – La Dolch

19/6/1985 Mow down you grew too fast

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Ain’t many of me from this era…

Was it not Chris de Bergh who in 1981 implored us not to pay the mower man, not to even fix a price? And yet here I was on 19 June 1985 doing just that, without even noting whether he had mowed to the other side and sadly, with that risky transaction, my Wednesday had peaked.

Mouldy old diary is out and proud about my intention to have a quiet evening and washing up prior to to feet up in front of the telly really must have set the tone. Tiny respite was had in the fact that a favourite Australian film from the earlier 80’s was on – Starstruck

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