Go on and
blow, Gabriel, blow! I've been a sinner, I've been a scamp
Go on and blow, Gabriel,
blow!

From Kiama we made our way down to Gerroa where we
picked up a coffee. The drive took us past a couple of buildings that Daniel
had designed and he was keen to point them out. We chatted a lot about work during the
journey. We talked about what it was like to be gay in the workplace, swapping
stories of how colleagues would put their foot in it by saying things without thinking. I recounted how my
appraiser had once told me “the best way to get ahead was to be completely
straight”. She had meant direct but I had raised an eyebrow at which point she
fell over herself to explain what she had meant. She had also once turned down
an offer of help from a keen American lawyer saying to me “we don’t need his
help do we, we are big girls”. Not only was she calling me a girl, she was
calling me a big one. In retaliation I named her next project at work “Project
Blouse”.
I told Daniel about the LGBT network at my former
workplace that I had helped to set up and run for a few years. Daniel asked
whether it had all been easy and fun. For the most part it had. I had got to do
some great things as head of the network and had ended up attending various
events and mixing with celebrities. I had once been at an awards event
where I got chatting to Victoria Wood who had been nominated for something or
other. I had been that excited about meeting her that I had invited her to my
upcoming birthday party. She never turned up though, although that might have
been due to the fact that in my excitement I hadn’t actually told her where it
was being held. I am sure she would have turned up otherwise.
I've been a sinner
There were some parts of it that I didn’t enjoy having
to deal with. I told him the story of one particular guy, an Australian, who
had a tendency of getting very drunk at the network events and then behaving
rather inappropriately. Every time a new event was announced he would email me
asking if there were going to be free drinks at it, which I think formed the
basis of his decision to attend or not. Following one event a client contact had made a few comments about his behaviour and I felt somehow responsible. It was like being a babysitter. I wanted to ban him from attending events until he learned how to act his age and in a manner more becoming to a grown adult. It was nice to hand over that responsibility when I stepped down from the network.
The next place on our itinerary was Seven Mile Beach.
We parked up, heading through the wooded track down to the beach. There was a
group of people at a surf school close to where we had got on to the beach so
we had walked further down to a quieter spot. We had brought swimwear and
towels and having checked that I was unlikely to be attacked by jellyfish or
sharks I went for a swim. The current was pretty strong and it took effort to
try and remain in the same spot. The water was refreshingly cold after a
morning walking around in the hot sun. After the swim and drying off we walked
back up the beach. The surf school people had gone. They had been our reference
point as to which track we needed to take back through the woods to get to the
car. The whole length of the beach looked remarkably similar and we struggled
to find the path back. We finally found a track and decided to take it. I got a
little melodramatic, saying how we would be wandered lost around the outback
for days. We had overshot the parking place by quite some way but found the
main road, walking back until we got to the car.
I've been a scamp
Him: What are
you doing?
Me: Taking a
photo of the house
Him: Why are
you taking a photo of my house?
Me: Because
it was on a TV show twenty years ago
Him: You
can’t just turn up and take a photo of my house
Me: I just
have
Him: Well you
can’t
Me: Well I
can and I have. There is no law against it
At this point I turned to Daniel and asked if there
was a law against it and suggested that we should leave. The guy looked like he
was about to get a baseball bat or shotgun and I figured it was time that we
were no longer there. I was pleased we hadn’t got out of the car to take the
photos as it meant our getaway was speedy, although there were no screeching
tyres as we set off. It certainly got the adrenalin pumping. I figured the guy
living there must have known about the history of the house. We had found the
right house with a simple internet search. Once back at Daniel’s I was really
tempted to change the Wikipedia entry for Sylvania Waters to include the
address and a note saying that Noeline still lived there and was happy to give
you a guided tour if you knocked on the door.
“Go on and blow, Gabriel, blow! I've been a sinner, I've been a scamp”
Lyrics from Blow, Gabriel blow from the musical Anything Goes
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