Our own Australia Day ceremonials…


Here at the Hideout we’re thrilled to share the news of the civil elevation of our dear Poo in yesterday’s Australia Day honours list!!

He’s been made Lord Warden of the Sink Portables – and those of you wishing to observe protocol are advised to accord him all the appropriate courtesies and address him henceforth as Sir Poo, Lord Warden of the Sink Portables, OM (Knight of the Ordure of the Mire.)

We gave him a suitable toasting, as one would expect…



…and Minnie has promised to make him a garter.

It was certainly a most unexpected turn of events in what had been a traditionally conventional Wyndham Oz Day long weekend; beach, relaxed house-guests and the requisite cocktail-o-rhumba…


jac redo

We’d had such a lovely few days in the lead up – mooching with Dira and La Groppa (who has maintained that idiosyncratic refusal to be photographed, long before Sia even thought of it) – and so we’re happy to report that the Poo didn’t spoil the mood by insisting on any sudden and uncharacteristic formality.

“Just call me Poo” he declared in the approved manner of the classic, self-effacing Aussie. And so we shall.

[Ps: thanks for the Tatt, Jacq – our fave treat. n(Ed)]

What caught our fancy this week (not)…

Has Abbot lost the plot completely?


Today, Sir Prince Philip.  Next year…Dame Queen Elisabeth? What a complete nob Tony is – beyond embarrassing. All we can say is WTF? and WHO on earth is advising him? The Palace must have pissed themselves laughing…

[Mind you, we must confess that we’re not agin conferring honours per se. Many years ago we had a beloved cocky called Sir Reginald Mountbatten and the current leader of our garden flock is Sir Frederick Mercury – who has a devoted consort named Lady Amber DeByrd. But giving Prince Philip a knighthood for servicing the Queen? It’s just not on, mate. n(Ed)]


(above) Lady Amber DeByrd lunching with Sir Fred.

Treasure alert: Caged South Sea Pearls…


Poetry in motion – four caged pearls: one silver, two peacock and one (very yummy) chocolate…



Ginger’s work is strictly limited edition and each of these finished caged pearls [925 silver/South Sea (Balinese) pearl] are priced at AU$700ea. (See other examples of her work on the Admissible Evidence page.)

Here at Prisoners of the Crown all work is designed and crafted in situ – we do not run a cheap factory production line and we have no truck whatsoever with cheap imported materials and/or fixings. Additional elements, such as the pearls, are sourced and selected by us personally – ah, the joys of travel!

We are similarly eccentric in our trading arrangements; we prefer to deal directly with prospective clients as opposed to using the impersonal internet/paypal option. We have too much respect for the work to allow it to be casually tossed into a virtual shopping cart like some piece of mass-produced tat. In this we are unapologetically ‘atelier’ by nature.

So if you fancy one of the four caged pearls (above), then please email us at prisonersofthecrown@gmail.com to kick-start the conversation. We love a chat.

Alternatively, for those of you who already have a pearl, perhaps as a treasured keepsake from a beloved relative – and rather like the idea of caging it for a more intimately enhanced posterity – the cost is AU$450. Again, please contact us to discuss.

*** Please note: prices do not include GST ***


What caught our fancy this first week of 2015…

Omigod – this is actually the first time we’ve really enjoyed this Pharrell Williams song (until now it’s always seemed so twee and gushy.) But there’s something about singing and dancing coppers/military that just gladdens your heart, don’t you reckon? Should be more of it (and less of the lawfully mandated, state sponsored violence that normally goes with the territory.)


YouTube clip here.

[Poor buggers probably won’t be singing so cheerfully once the Russian economy stalls and their wages go south. n(Ed)]

Anyhoo, it prompted us to check out their backlist and we have to say it took us on the most bizarre and entertaining journey. Skyfall is a corker, Sweet Home Alabama is a hoot, even Queen and Men at Work are subjected to a Volga makeover…it’s all astonishingly hilarious (and so wrong on sooo many different levels.)

Make your day, go surf the Red Army Choir’s Top of the Pops.