Page 93: The second half of the Tamworth country music festival
One evening we attended Michelle Little's first ever paid concert, organised by herself. She had hired the Regent Theatre in Tamworth and, supported by singer Peter Pratt, put on a fabulous performance. The theme of the concert was a tribute to Patsy Cline, a long-time favourite of Michelle's. The theatre was packed and the show a huge success.
When we bought our tickets only two had previously been sold so we had
our pick of the seats. We chose the centre of the front row, expecting
a reasonable distance between the seats and the stage. We had a shock
when we found that our feet were (literally) touching the stage which
was only one foot (30 cm.) high. Not only that, but despite the theatre
being full, we were the only people on the front row. Although we felt
quite conspicuous, we had the advantage of not being deafened by the speakers
which were situated out beyond either side of the stage, facing back.
|That damned caravan Again|
|During the night following the concert it rained cats and
dogs. As morning dawned the rain came down harder than ever. I checked around
and saw with great relief that there wasn't a drop inside the caravan. Later
the rain stopped and as I sat typing on the computer, drips began dropping
from the ceiling. The area of the drips expanded and we scrambled for buckets
and sponges. It didn't rain again but five hours later the ceiling was still
dripping, though not so much.
Two days later the rain had gone and the sun and heat were back (with a vengeance) so I borrowed a ladder and checked out the roof. I think I found the problem and fixed it but we now need more heavy rain to confirm that.
Within a few weeks we got that rain and that patch of ceiling remained as dry as a bone. However, further back, another leak has developed . . .
|Meanwhile, back at the festival . . .|
|Back at the festival the noise and activity continued.
Below is pictured Tamworth Police's new 'hot pursuit vehicle'. Now, I may be wrong, but I understood that cops must give way to pedestrians on a crossing, just like everybody else. I don't see too many seat belts being worn either.
|Gotcha! Blow into here until I tell you to stop.
Step out of the vehicle, please. Do you have your licence?
Do you understand the purpose of a pedestrian crossing? From which golf course did you steal this buggy? Perhaps you'd better . . .
|. . . cycle in future wearing a daft hat, T-shirt, shorts and . . . gloves??? In this heat?|
|That's more like it. "Free Spirit Tours"
were offering reduced-price rides for $20 on this beast.
As a passenger, unfortunately. Looks a heap of fun, doesn't it? On a warm, sunny day, it does.
|The 2009 festival Closes|
|And so the Festival finally came to an end on the 'Australia
Day' Monday. We attended the closing concert but the performers were, to
us, mostly second rate and the speeches too long and boring. The clown controlling
the lights insisted on shining a coloured spotlight in our faces (until
yours truly went and told him).
The concert ended with more deafening rock music which seems to be slowly taking over. We went and bought a coffee in the foyer and watched most of the audience stream out, leaving the band to continue their atrocious noise.
Do you think we're getting old?
|This is what the people around us could see with
the spotlight in our faces. The coloured
light dots in the background formed a giant Australian flag, flapping in the wind.
|And so it ended for another year. The traders and buskers
vanished from the streets and normal traffic resumed. It was as if it had
In the caravan park the exodus was spread over several days but by mid-week there were only about five 'vans left, including ours. We were quite sad to see our friends all go.
|What do YOU think?|
On Australia Day (appropriately) I hade an idea. It's
not a fully formed idea but it seems worth considering.
Without further ado, their Provisional Citizenship should be revoked
and they should be deported back to their country of origin.
|Yippee! work at last.|
It happened. It eventually happened. One afternoon Pam
was offered two jobs and I was offered one. Pam accepted the better paid
as a bookkeeper and I shall be stacking supermarket shelves. Pam will
be the prime bread winner, bringing home over double my wage.
|Just to break up my whinging self pity, here's a
beautiful view of country New South Wales
taken from the top of Moonbi Rock overlooking the New England Highway.
|I am still applying for every job for which I'm qualified
- and a good few that I'm not. Realising how crashingly boring it must be
for a prospective employer to sift through a stack of résumés
I condensed mine into a single side and made it a bit humorous. The full
résumé is still attached but needn't be read unless the employer
is seriously interested. This way I hope to make mine stand out from the
rest. I have also started dropping in to chat with the employer so he/she
can put a face, however ugly, to the name. That could backfire if he or
she is busy but it's worth trying, don't you think? What really gets to
me is when a job is advertised that I know I could do but the employer specifies
"in the 18 to 25 age group".
Watch this space, dear Reader. This boy is not on the scrap heap yet!