Melbourne with the Muzzbotts…


The Gang jumped into the Dreadnought last week for a quick dash to Melbs to pick up the Muzzbotts/have a pre-xmas fall-about with Granny (…with the sub-plot of Sir Galahad’s Exotica-ca Tour de Banksy) and what a jolly good romp it was. Fast and furious, just the way we likes it (as in get in, get out.) Especially at this time of year, when the city’s at its most frenetic; summed up so perfectly by Banksy’s Christ with Shopping Bags…


…and img_7545-1

Fabbo. All that and more, but perhaps we’ll put it in some sort of vague order…

First up we hung about the Queen Vic Night Market with the Murray boys, as you do…

Chef Iain


Marky Mark
Ging, Granny and those Murray boys

And then we had our Big Art Fix; Banksy (what else?) Which didn’t disappoint, always so much cooler in the flesh, eh…

Have a nice day

…and, of course, the man himself has the last word…


Heaps more to see (we just chucked in our personal faves) – totally worth the bother.

And then we were off to our Christmas treat with Granny; High Tea at the Windsor followed by our habitual bevie with Chloe…

Granny and Chloe

…one of our favourite, and enduring, cultural observances.

And then we forgot to take our camera with us on our night out with Marky and Cormack…

…but we had it the next day at Din Tai Fung (where, omg, we thought we’d died and gone to heaven – best dumplings EVER)…

Din Tai Fung

And then we caught up with the lovelies at The Warehouse Pizzeria…

Pizza maestro Norm

Anthony and Adele

…and sugar artist extraordinaire Tina at Sugardrops Cake Studio…

Tina and Iain

xmas gingerbreads from the Sugardrop Cake Studio

…before finally Beating the Retreat…to Toora – for a wind-down in Bevie’s gorgeous garden followed by a divine day at Wilson’s Prom (our first ocean swim of the season)…

foraging with Bev



An Exotica-ca Tour: the Heart of Australia expedition…

Sir Galahad recently rounded up the Gang and led the charge on Uluru for (British artist) Bruce Munro’s acclaimed Field of Light installation. It was hard to resist, eh – the quintessential Great Australian Road Trip Field of Light (aka mandatory art fix) = a seriously marvellous time. And so it was; all 12 days/5,629.4kms of it – a truly fabulous experiential journey…


Exotica-ca Tour


…touching base with our inner ‘Down-Under-psyche’ on what can only be described as The Great Aus-culture Pilgrimage.

From the High Country…

The Kiama Greys, Snowy Mountains High Plains


…to Broken Hill…

The Palace Hotel


…to Coober Pedy…



…to Uluru (our three objectives; the Rock/Field of Light/catching up with Paulie and Mirko)

…the walk…


…the Field of Light…


Field of Light

field of light

Field of Light

Field of Light

…the Olgas…

Kata Tjuta

…Kings Canyon…

Kings Canyon


shy Sturt Desert Pea at Kings Canyon


…and then to the Alice, where we dropped a U-ie for the long haul home…




the great social divide (reversed)

on the road

spook biz

on the road

north of Coober Pedy

infamous Coober Pedy drive-in



Worlds End



All that and so much more, minus the friggin’ P-mates which had arrived after we’d left (oh the tribulations of priority post…)

seaman like precautions


But that notwithstanding we had such a joyful time – best summed up by our gorgeous memento of the trip, Manupa Butler’s basket from the Tjanpi Desert Weavers Gallery, Alice Springs…


Manupa Butler


Yummy – says it all.

We’ve returned to the Hideout entirely reinvigorated. Sir Galahad’s already working on his next cultural foray (looks like it’s gunna be Banksy in Melbs!) The Muzzbotts have taken off for Scotland. The rest of us have work to do. [Oh, yes indeedy. n(Ed)]


The Yorkie…

After a full-on week of social engagement (kicked off by Studio Bitch’s birthday) Megsie finally managed a materials run (plaster, silica, yadda yadda) to Canberra on Friday, swinging past the Glassworks to pick up the Yorkie (and ‘wand’) from the Neon Workshop.

So Studio Bitch wired him up today and mounted him on the wall…


wiring the Yorkie

yorkie plus






Cool with additional black light.



Noice. And there he sits, a constant reminder of…well, of many things. Needless to say Sir Galahad is very pleased to welcome a new crony into his rarefied coterie.

[See Fb page for a wee movie. n(Ed)]

A noble lineage…

We’ve always known, of course, that there has never been any question of Sir Galahad coming from mere common stock – and so we were thrilled when La Groppa sent us this link to The Guardian’s fascinating article re the Lloyd’s Bank turd; a 7-inch Viking coprolite…


the Lloyd's Bank coprolite


The likeness is uncanny! Needless to say he’s very, very chuffed indeed. Who do you think you are‘s got nothing on this, he reckons…though we’re not sure that we really want his future Exotica-ca Tours to morph into paleoscatological digs…(we’re going to have to try to distract him.)

Thanks Jacq, made our day!

[Sir Galahad, it goes without saying, is certified worm free. n(Ed)]

Melbourne notes…

Megsie’s new fave beer (when in Melbs at least)…


…and Sir Galahad found his spiritual home at the Waiters tonight (where Megsie was getting down and nostalgic with Tuppie and Rosco)…


After all these years the Waiters still totally hits the mark – transports you back and gives you a yearning for the 60’s/70’s; you know, for places like the Paradiso in Lygon St. Beyond good. Thank the lordy Pelligrini’s, Don Camillo’s and the Waiters still exist.

Sadly they’d run out of cassata, so Megsie and Tup settled for/split a baci and tartufo (Everest of course, what the hell else is there?) Oh happy days. There is a goddie and sometimes he’s Italian.

Sir Galahad Poo does MONA…

The Gang’s been ridiculously slow, we know, to make the MONA pilgrimage but we’d been hanging off to do it with Davey (never mind, darl, plenty more adventures down the track, eh…)

And the Muzzbotts flew in (with Elsa) to spirit us off as a joint birthday celebration for Megsie and Studio Bitch (60 and 65 respectively; tragic but true.) So out we set, with three objectives – MONA, Sullivan’s Cove Distillery (for the Scotsman) and The Cascade Female Factory for a moon-o-rama (more of that later.)

Objective #1: MONA…


Naturally we surrendered to the full shebang; boarding the gunboat, chatting to Trev (the pirate lorikeet), riding the sheep…



And generally enjoying the entire immersive experience…


Loved the space – yep, it’s on steroids – and the artwork (so many of our fave peeps; Sid, Matthew H, Julia DeV, the list goes on and on)…



Julia Deville, Cinerarium

[We’ve interspersed some of MONA’s shots with our own, hence the wild variation in quality(!) n(Ed)]

So much to get off on…



Julius Popp, Bit.fall

And of course we were completely taken by Greg Taylor’s work, not the least because he’s a Bega boy!!!! Who would have thunk it…



Greg Taylor and Friends, Cunts…And other Conversations

Sir Galahad, it goes without saying, was entirely in his element and on a dedicated mission of his own…




Wim Delvoye, Cloaca Professional

[Have to say that we have no idea of Wim’s prescribed diet for the piece, but Sir G is a much healthier looking stool specimen, hands down – perhaps he has a more nutritional regime.  n(Ed)]

After which he checked out the MONA wildlife…



And enjoyed a very nice lunch at The Source…


Definitely no disappointments MONA-wise. We’re sure DW’s having a serious laugh (on countless levels) but as that fits squarely into our own subversive POV we were beyond happy with nigh on everything. Bloody marvellous.

[But on a serious note: post visit, we are now enjoying a luxurious mosey through Monanisms (thanks Chrissie, loving it big time) and it has amped our regard even further. Everything David Walsh does – the labyrinthine museum, the gunboat, the publication, the extended environs, the heterogeneous vision, the vibe – is nothing short of pure class. And, crucially, entertaining. Serious smile on the dial biz, regardless of the dark thematics. We may never bother with conventional cultural institutions again. MONA is a long awaited affirmation that the stereotypic pretension and pomposity of the Argh-rts is just a load of old bollocks. n(Ed)]

Objective #2: The Cascade Female Factory – most specifically because Minnie had sent through (way back) a fabbo article from the Australian newspaper by David Hunt (author of Girt: The Unauthorised History of Australia), examining the myths and mysteries of Australia Day. Brilliant article, way funny, but we were especially transfixed by…

‘…it might be more fitting to honour our nation on a new public holiday, “Arse Day”, to celebrate Australia’s first mass mooning. A witness to this most Down Under of events at the Tasmanian Cascade female factory in 1838, where women convicts were protesting a lecture on morality, reported, “The three hundred women turned right around and at one impulse pulled up their clothes showing their naked posteriors which they simultaneously smacked with their hands making a loud and not very musical noise.’

Pure gold. And so of course a mooning became the second objective…


Such an appropriate rite, especially in situ. We’re hoping it catches on.

Plenty more to see, of course…







And then we wound our way, as one does, up the hill to the Cascade Brewery…


…which had everything we fancied, even a crow saying ‘fark’…




And more.

Objective #3: Sullivan’s Cove Distillery (cos where else do you take a Scotsman but the engine room for a tasting of the World’s Best Whiskey 2014?)





We do love a broad-arrow.

Thanks so much to Sammy Jo and Iain for the best birthday prezzie ever.

[Because, of course, it also afforded Megsie an über rich vein of R&D – for all manner of convict-o-rama down the track. Uh-oh. n(Ed)]

Reunion or bust…

The Gang hit Melbourne with bells on last weekend for a 60th birthday bash with the boarders from ’72 at flirtin’ Merton Hall. We’ve not attended any old girl reunions to date; partly due to clashing work commitments, but mainly out of natural reluctance. We just couldn’t bear the thought of all that ghastly conventional old-school-tie palaver.

But a reunion of boarders only is an entirely different proposition. We had, after all, spent more time together during the formative teenage years than we’d spent with our own families. And this year we’re all turning the big 6-oh!, so catching up for a collective birthday-do after all these years promised to be a genuine hoot.

Sir Galahad Poo (he’s now taken the name Galahad for special/official occasions, bless him) came along for the treat, which turned into a celebratory lunch that – courtesy of an outstanding effort by the stayers – extended from a 12.30 start to 10.30 that night. Perfeck.


Pretty bloody funny, too (though quite surreal being addressed as Morgue all day!!)


Particular thanks to Dog (above) and Marsh for organising a cracker day. We’re definitely up for the next one.

While the raison d’être for the trip was the reunion, we did manage to pack lots of goodies into the short stay. We spent the day before with Granny, doing our habitual rounds; deli section at Vic Market, Dolcetti’s, then lunch at the Last Jar followed by our traditional bevie with Chloe (at Y&J)…



…where by sheer happenstance we were treated to a box seat at the First People’s Demo…






Gawd. We’ve never seen so many cops in one place! Very exciting.

And later that night we caught Ruben’s gig at the Comedy Festival…

Ruben comedy fest

[Thanks for the snaps, Rosa. n(Ed)]

On Sunday we did a road trip with Chrissie to Bendigo Regional Gallery for the Imagining Ned exhibition (see full highlights in the post below.) Omigod, what a fabulous gallery!!

And what a seriously cool town; kulcha-rama everywhere. Here’s a mere blink of random sights within 100 metres (in lapping terms!) of the BRG…


Gavin North, Raw 2015, digital print on canvas


Shane Phillips, Matching Chairs and Matchboxes 2015




Even the shop windows were groovy…


And we fancied transporting this little number home (same date as the Hideout!)…


The final night at Granny’s gave us a beautiful Franklin St (last drinkies) send off…


…and we arrived home on Monday, thankful (as ever to be back in the country)…


and totally recharged…


Such is life (and life is good.)