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Running

11 Friday Apr 2014

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Algernon, Entertainment Upstairs

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Bee Gees, Bruce Springsteen, Bryan Adams, Collective Soul, Creedence Clearwater Revival, Iron Maiden, Jackson Browne, Kate Bush, Lindisfarne, Manfred Mann, Pat Benatar, Pink Floyd, Roxy Music, Spencer Davis Group, The Eagles, Velvet Underground, Wings

Mountain_running

Playlist by Algernon

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f3t9SfrfDZM

Born to run – Bruce Springsteen

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZfUkFLfHSsE

Run Like Hell – Pink Floyd

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wp43OdtAAkM

Running up that hill – Kate Bush

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3ZlDZPYzfm4

Run to the Hills – Iron Maiden

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XrFrNnxuIYc

Run to You – Bryan Adams

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rsnmuJFL_Z0

Running Wild – Roxy Music

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IvSbQB6-UdY

You Better Run – Pat Benatar

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Bp-ihtgzdE

Run run run – The Velvet Underground

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_BsTF22SPyM

It Keeps you running – the Doobies Brothers

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H6LVI1gDswg

Keep on running –Spencer Davis Group

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2zqFDRA1HY8

Fox on the Run – Manfred Mann

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X89fCiZs_Lc

Run to Me – Bee Gees

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uOIxRkdzjCA

Run for home – Lindisfarne

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EbI0cMyyw_M

Run through the Jungle – Creedence Clearwater Revival

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iPvQY9LMnZ4

Run – Collective Soul

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DI_rkZIuHzw

The Long run -The Eagles

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iWixKbU2xdU

Band on the Run – Wings

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oJYRtOPUonA

Running on Empty – Jackson Browne

 

Ambush Part 3

08 Tuesday Apr 2014

Posted by Mark in Mark

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Ambush, Hung One On, Rock Band

Root Note Pleads the Fifth

Root Note Pleads the Fifth

Hung here again.

They are pissed, stoned, drugged and belong to some sort of group.

The longer the night went on the closer they got. Here’s another bracket. Now there were other songs but I can’t remember them all. Johnny B Goode was one we could pull out on request along with Today is your Birthday by John Lennon another. The singer would set the list depending on his mood. Bill was also a solo performer so at the right venue he would play half a dozen songs either by himself or with me and the drummer, mainly stuff like James Taylor, Neil Young or Paul Kelly.

      • Angels – Long Line
      • Mustang Sally – The Commitments
      • Brown Eyed Girl – Van Morrison
      • Black Magic Woman – Santana
      • Crossroads – Cream
      • Whole Lotta Love – Led Zepelin
      • Black Night – Deep Purple
      • Paranoid – Black Sabbath
      • White Room – Cream
      • Lady Writer – Dire Straits
      • Money for Nothing – Dire Straits
      • Otherside – Red Hot Chilli Peppers
      • TNT – ACDC
      • Long Way to the Top – ACDC

The Finalé

Things were starting to go wrong, not with the band but with me. The black dog was approaching but I couldn’t see it coming. My job was very stressful and my alcohol intake was really bad. Smoking dope didn’t help either. I became very bored with the other band members who except for Tony I started to see them as ignoramuses. They didn’t want a sound engineer, the song list selection was getting tacky and the singer would get so pissed that by the end of the night you had to pour him in the car while the rest of us did the heavy lifting. Try lifting a woofer out to the truck by yourself at one in the morning after just having played for 3 or 4 hours. Some off the light weight members wanted to drop certain songs as they didn’t like them but I stood my ground as the songs in question would get the girls up that got the boys up, basic stuff really.

The last two gigs were agony.

Princess

We called her Princess but she never spoke to any of us as far as I know. She came to other gigs we did in the area and I think somehow she may have been related to the men in leather jackets. These men in leather jackets never wore their colours, never threatened us and really liked what we played. I think it was because Tony was a great player and had that ability to mimic all of the solos. Page, Hendrix, you name it, he would nail them. One day when I was at Tony’s house he showed me how he did it, a multispeed tape. At first he played the song really slow and Tony would work the solo our by ear then gradually he increased the tempo so he could play it at the right speed. Amazing as regardless of the tape speed it always remained at the right pitch.

Anyway Princess was, hmm lets guess, a professional dancer. She had a stunning figure and long blonde hair but when you got close she wore a stack of makeup. I loved Princess as she would get up and dance by herself in the centre of the stage and she really knew her moves. This would then drag others up and before you knew it the dance floor was packed and everyone was having a good time. This to me was what the whole thing was all about.

Post Script

I then lost my job, my family, my wife and was detained in psychiatric institutions. I gradually got better and Tutu and I built the house I am living in now. Tutu tried her best to stick by me but finally she left. I did try and rekindle my music with a poster here called Astyages however it was too late.

The good news is the black dog did finally leave and after some tough times when Emmjay kicked me out of the Pigs Arms I did get better. The medication has been stopped and Tutu and I see each other every weekend, have holidays together, still love one another.

To the Pigs Arms community, thank you one and all, you are my friends and even though at times I have been horrible, I love you all.

That’s Entertainment

05 Saturday Apr 2014

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Algernon, Bands at the Pig's Arms, Entertainment Upstairs

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Bruce Springsteen, Cyndi Lauper, David Bowie, Depeche Mode, Grace Jones, INXS, Kate Bush, New Order, Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, R.E.M., Style Council, The Clash, the Cure, the Jam, the Pogues and Kirsty McColl, the Smiths

 

That's Entertainment

That’s Entertainment

Playlist by Algernon

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ubxYYzYNP84

That’s Entertainment – The Jam

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cuhWXamkfw8

The Paris Match – The Style Council

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pEq8DBxm0J4

How soon is now – The Smiths

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Swdbv5I6qzc

Need you tonight – INXS

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_6FBfAQ-NDE

Just can’t get enough – Depache Mode

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YF_ESqYuhSQ

Ashes to Ashes – David Bowie

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rOM5jZ8U4bQ

Time after Time – Cindi Lauper

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HQwm1v1R-qM

Straight to Hell – The Clash

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HwHyuraau4Q

Fairytale of New York – The Pogues & Kirsty McColl

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nAB4vOkL6cE

The River – Bruce Springsteen

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j7oQEPfe-O8

The One I Love – R.E.M.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tc1IphRx1pk

Pull up to the Bumper – Grace Jones

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_E1-VOMxS6w

Atomic – Blondie

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_w_m86INkbw

Hounds of Love – Kate Bush

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ahr4KFl79WI

The Mercy Seat – Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7uEBuqkkQRk

Bizarre Love Triangle – New Order

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LoA8BSPK7FM

In between Days – The Cure

 

 

The Castle – Episode 7 – Terence

04 Friday Apr 2014

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Sandshoe

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Tags

busker, Isobella, The Castle

youth

The Youth

Story and Illustration by Sandshoe

The Castle Episode 6

Two men side by side and another close behind them stepped into the light Isobella and Hugh stepped side by side out of into the dark. Hugh leaped with a cry of alarm. He had not recognised his friends. The latecomers made their apologies. “At least you turned up,” Hugh said to them. They stood as a group. “Didn’t matter. I had a book. I met my friend, Isobella,”

Terence , the straggler, his hair roughly cut, his fair skin weathered and feet bare, guitar secured around his back so the neck of the guitar reared upward behind his own. He was dressed in shorts and a light cotton shirt as if it was the middle of summer.

He walked directly up to Isobella.

“Who are you?” When she told him her name and he told her his, he prefaced his identity, “He’s my brother.”.He pointed to the taller of the two men talking with Hugh. “ That’s Matthias. I’m going to marry his sister, but she is not allowed.” They expressly shared surnames.

“Aren’t you cold,” Hugh insisted of Terence. Hugh wore a brown corduroy coat with jeans of sturdy quality, a scarf and a cloth cap.

Everybody it seemed was going to walk with Isobella up the hill to her office. She was invited to go on with them after she was finished. They would wait.

“You can’t do that. I’ll be too long. I can’t let you into the office anyway.”

No-one was waiting to allow her entry as she supposed at the base of her work place building on Symonds Street. Matthias was amiable they would wait. She found the public phone in working order. The telephone rang out. She doubted anybody was there in the office above her. She sensed duplicity.

Quiet Jack was their other companion. He asked if she always worked there late at night. “No,” she said simply.

“Homeless people live under the bridge.” Quiet Jack was softly spoken. She could barely hear him. *Yes,” she said.

The men asked if she had a key. They were designing solutions. If she did not have a key, they would stand on each other’s shoulders and make a human ladder to the window of the third floor address.

“You wave through the window.”

One Saturday morning she told them as rejoinder she locked herself in the stairwell at the newspaper. She exited the hatch door to the rooftop and when she waved to alert the construction crew on a neighbouring building that she needed help, they gathered, waved, and wolf whistled.

They urged her to go with them. She referenced her policy was zero alcohol on the road. Matthias, tall and thin and beautiful in the black of this night would drive. “He never drinks,” Terence told Isobella, close, respectful. Matthias was shivering. They had better walk, Isobella said. Hugh was deciding to not go. He walked back along the street with them a short distance only to where he turned down an adjoining laneway. The rest stood quietly watching him. Hugh turned. He waved silently. His companions waved and he stepped out of sight into a building. He was going to visit a student’s share unit and play Dungeons and Dragons. Isobella spoke up that she would like to accept the invitation.

Matthias was sorry they had to walk to the very end of the University where he left his car. In this moment, time held a magic proportion and might describe each to the other for they would never know themselves, the poignancy of experience of youth we only see as ‘others’. They chorused they were happy to be with him. We adore.

The Busker was walking towards them. He accepted his invitation to join their party. They were all friends. Matthias was looking after another friend’s address who was away he explained. Matthias lived at home with his mother and his sister usually, Terence said to Isobella. Terence, Quiet Jack, Matthias and the Busker asked after each other as they walked.

Matthias of rare beauty, adviser, philosopher. In a long sleeve white shirt, luminate and open at the neck and body-thin black jeans, light in a silver line gave way to him in a strobe effect out of dark and into light, in and out of pools of light outside the entrances to buildings . Terence announced it was a mistake he was not chosen as his friend’s brother-in-law. He was not wanted. He accepted that status as error. Nothing was personal sleight between close friends.

Once they were in the car, Matthias describing the lay of this land was courteous and animated. The Busker spoke of their journey as mythical. The travellers witnessed on their approach to the Mangere Bridge a massive light cone beamed skywards that was the headlight beam only of a single car at its crest . With no stars when it passed and the low cloud cover wreathing the harbour, the view was of a black reach.

Matthias at the gate greeted two raucous dogs out of his vehicle window. He released them from their run. They waited noiselessly to be fed under an external light at the back of the house. Isobella, shivering now, was bundled in a quilt and directed to the lounge couch by Matthias. She had come down with a cold. Terence, attentive, lit a fire in a wood heating stove that warmed the lounge. “There is a lovely tree of lemons out there,” he encouraged Isobella, “Lemons cure everything.” Matthias insisted he, Matthias, make the hot lemon drink. He asked Terence to play some music.

“I’ll talk”, Terence retorted and sat down on the floor by the couch, “I’ve been playing all day. I want to talk to Isobella.” The Busker wrapped around his waist in a white towel was already out of a shower he asked Matthias for permission to take. He scurried for clothes he had forgotten to take with him out of his back pack left under a table in the living room. Quiet Jack had responded to a call from Matthias for someone to help him at the run gate that needed a repair. He made himself a place on the floor with a cushion. He made room for The Busker to dry in front of the fire box. The Busker excused himself. Returning in loose cotton clothing and the full heat of a sparking fire catching lights off red and grey strands in his beard and hair, he stood staring at the flames in introspection. Where could he sit, he asked, smiling. He found a bean bag. Matthias came in with a tray. He had made a hot lemon drink for each of them. He sat in his easy armchair.

Isobella would stay with him, Matthias announced to the room in the form of an assembly. The friends nodded assent to Matthias and he would cook her a meal in the evening. Did she want anything to eat now, he asked. No, she shook her head. He loped out of the armchair and returned to her from somewhere with track pants and their pull over with a pair of thick knitted socks. He helped her to stand up out of the quilt. Behind the door of the bathroom where she changed, he had left hangers for her clothes. She was wearing a white cotton shirt, she stared at and ladies’ black cotton trousers. She struggled out of the trousers to change them. She saw the strobe effect of a white shirt in a darkened street and the silver line. Her narrow black tie she knotted around the collar of her suit coat and the coat seemed incongruous. The coat waist length not a weighted woollen overcoat, she felt the coat hanger weight drop away from her hand and test her strength as she struggled to lift the coat to secure it on its hook behind the door.

The Busker had played a simple piping tune on a recorder. “Fiddlesticks,” he said at a private joke, “Got that wrong.” He smiled with the knowing of familiarity. “Go on,” he said to Terence giving him the floor. Terence had picked up his guitar that was never far from him. Each song was new to her. They were his songs and he played an accompaniment that was raw, impulsive. She remembered later some of the words of the songs and had lost recall of context. When Isobella awoke the next morning to the sound of a clock alarm, she was alone in the house.

The World That Barnet Built

01 Tuesday Apr 2014

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Warrigal Mirriyuula

≈ 32 Comments

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architect, Bathurst Court House, Bathurst Gaol, Carcoar Court House, Cowra Court House, Dubbo Court House, Forbes Court House, Forbes Post and Telegraph Office, Forbes Town Hall, James Barnett, Molong Court House, Orange Court House, Orange Post and Lands Office, St Paul the Apostle Church Carcoar, Young Court House

James Barnett, 1888

James Barnet, 1888

This photograph is for study purposes only

 Story and Photographs by Warrigal Mirriyuula

In December 1854 James Barnet, a native Scot from Arbroath, landed in Sydney and set himself up as a builder in Glebe. The business prospered and within 11 years he had succeeded his mentor Edmund Blacket as Colonial Architect. He was 37 years old and in the next 25 years he achieved more than he might ever have imagined.

Some of his achievements made a lasting impression on me as I wondered, as boys will, about why it was that the Orange Courthouse looked so much a courthouse. I knew nothing of Barnet then, but this local, familiar building always caught my eye. It remains today my favourite Barnet Courthouse. The Classical design is so balanced, so well resolved. The masses and proportions in a near perfect harmony that even Pericles would admire.

Orange Court House (c) Central Western D aily - w1200_h678_fmax

 Orange Court House, 1883. Architect James Barnet

 As I grew up I began to recognise buildings through out the Central West of NSW that seemed to be related in some way. They were often public buildings like town halls, post and telegraph offices and court houses and they began to define something in my mind; the notion of Victorian Civic Pride; the idea that for a young nation to aspire to credibility amongst the great nations of the world it needed the underpinnings of the rule of law, democratic action and communications. It needed to display the high regard it held for these things, these institutions of state legitimacy, and so within a few decades of the first settlement of the lands west of the divide, these buildings began popping up everywhere. The curious thing is that many of them were built when there was little else surrounding them. Many of the towns and villages they served had yet to develop what we might now recognise as a civic centre. These buildings stood for a time alone, like the recently arrived aliens they were, surrounded by mud or dust, slab cut huts, corrugated iron and cheap bricks, representing the hope for a future that had yet to come into being.

Orange PO and Lands Office Orange Post & Lands Office, James Barnet 1885. This stuccoed brick PO still stands as handsome as ever, however more recent street plantings have almost completely obscured the entire building with foliage.

 It was many years later that I finally learned that the buildings that caught my eye, made me wonder, where all designed by the one architect, James Johnstone Barnet; and it was one of his earlier buildings that had started the whole thing off.

MolongCourtHouse-(c)Pedro23-Fotki

Molong Court House (Now the Molong Police Station). James Barnet 1862

The Molong Courthouse, designed by Barnet prior to his elevation to Colonial Architect, is a modest building lacking any complex embellishment save a simple Classical pediment and vent and cornices on the chimneys. It is built from local limestone rubble masonry with dressed or rendered quoins, door and window frames, yet when it first opened for business in 1862 it would have been the most imposing building in Molong. It was still imposing the morning Dad had to drop in there when I was a little tacker. I think I might have sat on that form on the verandah while Dad entered inside. Whatever was going on in there was a deep mystery to me but, given the building, it had to be important and sitting on that form was not dissimilar to waiting outside the Principal’s office at school. Originally it was surrounded by a white picket fence.

The Molong Court House wasn’t alone in staking claim to a future grandeur not yet in evidence. There was another set of these bijou masterpieces in Carcoar, just a few miles away; though Carcoar, like Molong, never did grow in the way it was thought it might. The railway eventually followed a different line and Carcoar fell from second biggest town west of the mountains after Bathurst, to a village of just over 200 people today. Well worth visiting still, if just for the colonial era architecture and a particularly fine Devonshire Tea at the café across the street from the courthouse.

The Carcoar courthouse with its clockless clock tower displays the balance that so characterises Barnet’s best work. Once again he employs the Italianate. The tower is so relaxed in the composition of masses that the absence of a clock seems almost appropriate, literally imbuing the building with a timeless quality. I suppose the clock was going to be installed later, but that later never came.

Carcoar_Court_House_001 corrected Carcoar Court House, James Barnet 1882

 It’s of interest to note that this Italianate Barnet courthouse replaced a smaller, much simpler Neo Gothic courthouse dating from1842. Carcoar is further architecturally interesting in that it has another building that, along with Barnet’s courthouse, illustrates a stylistic transition from the Neo Gothic to The Italianate, and the type examples are by succeeding Colonial Architects, Edmund Blacket and James Barnet.

AUS, NSW, Carcoar, St Paul the Apostle 4St Paul The Apostle, Carcoar, designed by Barnet’s mentor and predecessor Edmund Blacket, displays the neo gothic that so identified Blacket’s best work, including the main quadrangle at Sydney University. (I’d have probably moved the post modern wheelie bins before taking the shot.)

But getting back to Barnet, perhaps the finest example and most complete exposition of his Italianate design palette when it came to country courthouses is the magnificent Bathurst Court House complex, a tour de force opened a few years prior to the Orange Court House.

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Bathurst Court House, 1880 by James Barnet

Bathurst also has a fine example of Barnet’s contribution to the other side of the law. The imposing portal to Bathurst Gaol is every inch the intimidating gateway to a world wherein all hope must be given up.

Bathurst Gaol

The Main Portal and Deputy Governor’s Residence, now the administration building, Bathurst Gaol, James Barnett 1888

Architects describe this portal as an excellent example of the Victorian Mannerist, though I particularly like its lack of manners. It’s an unashamedly intimidating bully, sure of its power to suppress and punish miscreants. The slits cut into the sandstone masonry façade suggest unseen armed guards might protect the portal and that even venturing up that short road without legitimate purpose might end very badly indeed. As ever the Imperial Lion snarls atop the gate, a key firmly between its fierce teeth: Subtext: The Victorians didn’t like crooks and punishment was meant to be just that, unrelentingly punishing.

These Barnet buildings are all over NSW and to the west of Orange, the early gold town of Forbes celebrated its prosperity with a very fine Barnet collection including both a handsome Post Office and a more modest Courthouse that successfully suggests that justice may after all be measured in the more democratic aspirations of the common people and not be the exclusive domain of the wealthy and connected.

 OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAForbes Town Hall on the left, (George McKinnon 1890-1) and The Post and Telegraph Office on the right (James Barnet 1881). Note the acknowledgement between the buildings which both look out to a park surrounded by many fine buildings creating a substantial and attractive civic precinct, which includes another Barnet courthouse.

I first noticed these buildings back in the sixties when I attended a brass band competition in the Forbes Town Hall. I recall standing in the park and admiring them, though at that time they were all in a state of resigned dilapidation, peeling paint, cracked and missing stucco, and it seemed they might all disappear for lack of appreciation. Happily since then they have all been lavished with unstinting restorations, which as you can see from the image below continues to this day.

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 Forbes Court House James Barnet 1880

The lack of ostentation and the simplicity of composition are the Forbes courthouse’s most attractive qualities and it is still used as a courthouse today.

Over the years I’ve travelled extensively throughout country NSW and found Barnet buildings in many villages, towns and cities but it’s the buildings shown here that I’ve come to see as part of me, a sense of having grown up watched over by these buildings, and they have contributed in no small part to my sense of belonging to the country, the bush.

For most of us the built environment is just the backdrop to our everyday lives, a stage on which we play out our hopes and frustrations, but these buildings have an almost metaphysical presence for me. They were the courthouses where injustices were, and are still, made right, the town halls where we decided as a community which of our aspirations we would follow, the post offices where we communicated with loved ones across the country or even across the seas. For me they are mixed metaphors; at once the anchors that held us in place and also the wings on which we flew, and thus they have become elements in my “Spirit of Place”, my sense of belonging and identity. There can be no greater accolade for an architect.

Dubbo_CourthouseDubbo Courthouse, James Barnet 1887 and still used as a courthouse today.

 

 

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAYoung Courthouse, James Barnet 1886 This High Victorian Classical building is now a school assembly hall, so no doubt Barnet still has the power to mould the young mind.

Cowra Court House

Cowra Court House

Cowra Courthouse, James Barnet 1880 with extensions and renovations by Barnet’s successor, Government Architect Walter Liberty Vernon 1909.

Given Vernon’s overlaid renovations this does not look so much a Barnet courthouse but it still displays that simple balance of masses that Vernon’s additions and Federation/Anglo Dutch/Arts and Crafts decoration could not disguise. Indeed I suspect that Vernon knew a good thing when he saw it and his additions acknowledge the best of the earlier Barnet building.

Given Vernon’s overlaid renovations this does not look so much a Barnet courthouse but it still displays that simple balance of masses that Vernon’s additions and Federation/Anglo Dutch/Arts and Crafts decoration could not disguise. Indeed I suspect that Vernon knew a good thing when he saw it and his additions acknowledge the best of the earlier Barnet building.

While Barnet designed many more buildings, over 600 in fact, including 130 courthouses, and many of his buildings display an impressive magnificence, including my favourite pile of Pyrmont sandstone, the resplendent Renaissance revival Lands Office on Bridge Street in Sydney, it has always been his country buildings that have captured me and I’m particularly fond of his country courthouses. They may not be his most difficult or most impressive work but to my mind they are his most human, creating a levelling link between these rough hewn early settlements with their hope for a bigger future, and the great world beyond; in essence providing a solid and enduring symbol of the unity and common purpose shared by all of the people of the colony and it may not be too long a bow to suggest that the operation of these buildings, their success as social machines through time, contributed in no small way to Federation and the dawning of Australian nationhood.

Post Script

A little Googling will turn up all manner of Barnet results and it’s surprising how prolific he was. The above examples of his work are just a taste. His buildings are literally everywhere. Goulburn particularly has a number of very fine Barnet buildings, as well as others by Colonial and Government Architects Blacket, Vernon and Lewis, but I’ve not included them here because I didn’t become familiar with them until much later. They were not part of my boyhood scene. Indeed Goulburn deserves a piece all to itself , which I may get round to when time permits.

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