So I got back from Coffs Harbour after a week up there. It's a lovely part of the world, sub-tropical northern New South Wales, but it's kind of a dull town. But the whole shindig was at a fancy resort (here) and I have to say, there are worse things than a week of that. A few of us did go to a pub early in the week and win a trivia contest. The prize turned out to be a sixpack of beer for each of us -- XXXX beer, not what I would have chosen, unfortunately... The thing that surprised me a little about that night was that, in a pub that was really more of small town RSL club (the Aussies will know what I mean), one of the teams who we had to work hard to beat had called themselves The Polyphonic Spree (who at the moment are on my TV, playing a live version of "Sgt Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band" ...)
It was weird having a trivia team in an absolutely unhip club in a provincial town like Coffs giving themselves a name derived from a hipster band.
But, on other matters, I got to drink red wine with John Quiggin who happened to be at the same resort, and talk about whether Larry Summers is in fact an arsehole (apparently, yes). I also got to swim at the little beach after being notified by a couple of departing surfers that there was a shark out there somewhere.
(Four of us had gone down with the intention of having a swim at the end of a long day. We stood around wondering whether we should go in, and daring each other to go first. Anyway, we all went in, a bit nervously.and not too deeply. No-one got attacked, but the dorsal fin was spotted again while we were there.)
Apart from being a very luxurious place to spend a few days, the resort we were in was where the Canterbury Bulldogs got into trouble based on accusations of raping a woman who was at the resort. I did get to hear some of the inside scoop on that incident.
Not so much else to report right now. Back at home, lots of work to do.
It was weird having a trivia team in an absolutely unhip club in a provincial town like Coffs giving themselves a name derived from a hipster band.
But, on other matters, I got to drink red wine with John Quiggin who happened to be at the same resort, and talk about whether Larry Summers is in fact an arsehole (apparently, yes). I also got to swim at the little beach after being notified by a couple of departing surfers that there was a shark out there somewhere.
(Four of us had gone down with the intention of having a swim at the end of a long day. We stood around wondering whether we should go in, and daring each other to go first. Anyway, we all went in, a bit nervously.and not too deeply. No-one got attacked, but the dorsal fin was spotted again while we were there.)
Apart from being a very luxurious place to spend a few days, the resort we were in was where the Canterbury Bulldogs got into trouble based on accusations of raping a woman who was at the resort. I did get to hear some of the inside scoop on that incident.
Not so much else to report right now. Back at home, lots of work to do.
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love your posts.
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