Friday to the Fitz where I’m backing up from celebrating a new play read in London; an opening night and a mate’s 1,000th birthday. Won’t make it to the NIDA library today.
The Queen of Holland sets the tone early, accidentally returning not with lunch but a mammoth glass of strong German beer. She shines in the splintered sunlight and by the time Withnail arrives, there’s a party in my head and everyone’s invited. So Iggy joins.
We’re all on the cusp of change. The Queen to a new palace, Iggy’s eying up The Dam, and Withnail’s firmly on the conveyor belt of life’s biggest adventure. It’s Fitz Friday mixture of significance and ephemera and then back out into what is passing for night and a determinedly ordinary spell of cooking.
Saturday it’s Tamarama for late dinner with the Irish maddos and Sunday it’s Neutral Bay lunch all day with a starring role for a wheelchair-bound iron man who’s shamingly positive.
Two successive weekends in Sydney puts me on my back. Time to get back up the coast, pick up the new script and tip my ageing carcass into the sea. More on change next time. It’s jasmine in the air.
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