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Even in the 1960’s, Potts Point and Kings Cross next door, had a rather bohemian tinge to it. It was a happy mixture of hookers and poets, criminals and cafe habitués with some of the best delicatessen in the whole of Australia. A butcher shop with all sorts of European condiments, smoked hams and jars of anchovies, prosciuttos and home- made sauerkraut, rookworst et al, and with a fragrance that permeated to the pavement outside which one could only have found either in Budapest or Vienna. I think the shop was named ‘Hans Continental Meats’ or something and the customers were lined up from morning till night. From memory, Pott’s point and Kings Cross were also an area where some shops were allowed to be open after 6pm, which in Australia was groundbreaking for the time. We loved living there and for me it came closest to living in a kind of Piazza Garibaldi of Naples.

The apartment that I had bought in 1963, cost Lbs 9.500. It came fully furnished and even had a Bakelite radio, all crockery and cutlery, small gas operated fridge. The bedroom had a curved bay window and the queen size bed had a bed head and foot end of the imitation wood laminated variety, very popular for the time and now sought after by collectors. The floor was carpeted by another Australian favourite phenomenon ‘wall to wall’. It could not look worse. The whole building had been used in the past by a company for daily rental as a kind of inner-city hotel but without restaurants or services. While I went about re-building the decorating business with printing of letterheads and matching envelopes, buying a car and connecting with previous clients, my wife started to make our living quarters less like a place whereby couples would have a quick horizontal folk dance and more like reflecting our own life. The ‘wall to wall’ was the first to go under which we found a delightful hardwood floor. We stained it a darker colour and put a Finnish hand-woven rug on it, which we had bought from Artes Studios in George Street, Sydney, together with some strongly coloured material to re- cover a simple settee. We re-painted the whole place and hung some of my paintings and wall hangings that we had been given in Finland

Ah, YES ! Artes studio. That rings a bell. And simultaneously draws a blank. Help me out Gez. Elaborate on this piece of Sydney landascape now disappeared.
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Hi Emm,
Artes Studio was a very upmarket design and furnishing shop in George Street during the sixties and seventies. It was towards Wynyard somewhere. We bought a very nice and deep purple coloured piece of fabric to fit a couche in our very modest 1 bedr. apartment in Tusculum Str. Pott’s Point.
Even then Helvi had the instincts on how things should look. I think it is embedded in the Finnish gene.
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I recall Artes Studios as being further South on George. Almost opposite the Plaza Theatre but certainly South of the Town Hall. Near Pellegrini’s (for a total contrast in style).
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Memories play tricks. Perhaps Artes Studios was between Town Hall and Central.
It would then have been somewhere near where the it the Old Trocadero used to be.
Orange cordial was then the strongest beverage available at the old Troc. A tall man used to check you over and would not allow anyone with even the slightest whiff of alcohol breath inside. On top of that, you had to really work hard to get a dance in because there were far more men than girls.
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Or am I getting Beard Watson mixed up with Artes Studio? I wonder what the wombats are up to tonight?
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I lived next door to a Hooker once. It was in Duck Lane, just off Gerard St. Soho and I was staying in a very small studio, when I came back from Spain.
I regularly got taps on the door, as she had a light in the window upstairs and the door to the stairs was identical to my temporary abode
5 or 6 pints of ale, helped me to slumber through all the rat-a-tat-tats.
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66 changed it all
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Weren’t we still pounds, shillings and pence in ’63?
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“In come the dollars and in come the cents
Out go the Pounds and the Shillings and the Pence etc” sung by “Dollar” Bill. A little bloke who looked like, well, a dollar bill; but all rolled up with a big smile on his face,
On the Fourteenth of February 1966
and a packet of Escort 20’s went from 3/6 to 35C
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Austinmer Fish and Chip shop, bag of hot chips, 2 cents.
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I’m far too young to remember.
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You are right Big M.
I changed it to pounds. Is Lbs the right name? I think the qwerty keyboard has done away with the pound. The currency was changed while we were on board the Flotta Lauro’s ‘Sydney’ in 1966. The ‘Roma’ had burnt out and we were given first class Genoa- Sydney. Helvi danced with the captain as well.
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It sounds like a huge amount. My parents bought a three bedroom, brick and tile house, on the Northern Beaches for 4000 pounds in 1960.
No, I can’t find a pound symbol, either.
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The pound symbol used to be Shift-3 which is now the hatch mark.
You CAN fiddle about with character maps to get it back as a one-off like this, £. (That’s Alt-0163 with the Arial Unicode charmap loaded.)
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I’ll remember that for the next time I purchase something from the Old Dart!
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