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JANUARY
Attending
(13): Wayne Anthoney, Andrew Bishop, Tony Brooks, Leo Davis,
Malcolm Elliott, Rob George, Phil Grummet, Bill Kay, Paul Kolarovich,
Bob Lott, John McGowan, Arwed Turon, Milton Wordley.
Apologies: (16): Bob Adams, Mark Coleman (family
holiday on KI), Keith Conlon, Ian
Hamilton (landscape drawing
group in Adelaide Hills every Thursday),
Samela Harris (grandchildren at
Encounter Bay), Robert Hodge (in
WA still), Michael Jacobs, Mike
Johnston(out of town), Andy Ligertwood (Tasmania),
Rob Morrison, Tony Parkinson (American
big spenders at Penny’s Hill), Ed
Pegge, Wilf Prest (Sydneyside),
Geoff Shepherd, Neville Sloss (working),
Ghil’ad Zuckermann. (Eilat,
northern tip of Red Sea.)
Some topics dealt with today
included the less commonly reported aspects of Bob Ellis ways and
the nature of good comedy.
Leo brought in pin badges, one a YES, the other a NO, dating from
either one of the referendum campaigns of 1916 and 1917 so they were
about 100 years old. There was some little interest shown. Very few
picked the Hogarth pair in the 1957 crew; Shepherd was stroke and
Leo the coxswain.

In these pudding times anti pasta is now main course
and relished by all.
Arwed, Tony (hidden), Rob, Bob , McGoon with Grum and Elliott
fasting at the rear.

Seated: Milton Wordley, Andrew Bishop, Paul Kolarovich. Performing:
Wayne.
There is chance that it may have had racist overtones but Wayne’s
wonderful reading of a Jewish interpretation of Buddhist wisdom had
all laughing, some crying.

Wayne, Tony and Rob.
Brooks told a wonderful story about a friend, not encountered for
some time, who was found to have been living upstairs in the Brooks
home, in the Hills, for some days. The Brooks children had not
thought to mention this to their parents but let it slip when
mentioning something the visitor had said.

McGoon,
Grum saying early farewells, Wayne (he’s a stayer).

Winding down; just stayers in attendance. McGoon, Wayne, Brooks,
George, Kay, Turon, Bishop.
Rob George read a poem, written by and read by Barry Humphries at
the funeral of Coral Browne, in 1991; in part ‘She
left behind an emptiness/ A gap, a void, a trough/ The world is
quite a good deal less/ Since Coral Browne fucked off.’
Barry has allowed Maureen Sherlock to use the poem in the play she
has written, ‘Coral
Browne. This Fucking Lady’, which runs Feb 10-March 18 at the coming
Fringe.
FEBRUARY
Attending
(7 persons): Wayne Anthoney,
Keith Conlon, Leo Davis, Mike Johnston, Bill Kay, Mike Norman, Tony
Parkinson (arriving circa 14:15). Ed Pegge made a late visit around
3:30.
Apologies: (19 persons):
Bob Adams (donating plasma),
Andrew Bishop, Mark Coleman (family
holiday in Melbourne), Malcolm Elliott, Rob George (Fringe
activity), Phil Grummett (testing
procedure), Ian Hamilton (landscape
drawing group in Adelaide Hills every Thursday), Samela
Harris, Robert Hodge (in WA still),
Paul Kolarovich (dental matters),
Andy Ligertwood (editing), John
McGowan (out of town), Ed Pegge (dental
matters), John Potter, Wilf Prest (Sydneyside),
Don Riddell (moving; settling in),
Arwed Turon (professional development),
Milton Wordley, Ghil’ad Zuckermann. (Keynoting
in Sydney.)
The downside, literally, of a small turnout, is that we do not dine
upstairs. The upside, perhaps worth the downstairs table, is that
all were involved in the conversation.

Tony Brooks,
Wayne’s arm, Mike Norman, Tony Parkinson,
Bill Kay, Keith Conlon.
Keith is still writing the script for his ‘Completely Unauthorised
History of Adelaide In Under and Hour’, that he is predenting, as a
Fringe Show, at the Adelaide Oval, so there was wide ranging
discussion of possible material to use, including all the tunnels
that do not exist.

Wayne Anthoney,
Mike Johnston (who told of special plans for his olives),
Keith Conlon, our waitress, Tony Brooks.
Prompted by Pegge’s indication that he might call in late bringing
in some memorabilia Brooks brought in a rich bundle, much of which
was circulated. A post card from Wayne, from the UK, told of
various beverages samples, a dislike fro the local beer and of
having seen Pegge in performance in a notable theatre. Some
documents referred to events peripheral to Hogarth matters,
including great times liberating Kuitpo Forest. A tale was told of a
piper who failed to return home and who was found, marked by pipes
pointing up from the grassy field, soundly asleep, and handed over
to his parents. There are plans for these records to be lodged on
the Hogarth site.
Wayne Anthoney,
Mike Norman, Tony Parkinson, Bill Kay.
Bob Ellis got a guernsey again this month with Wayne reading, from
his tablet (above), the very richly floral review he wrote of the
Royal Old Footlighters' Be Your Age' Fringe revue of 2012.
Mike
Norman,
Tony Parkinson, Bill Kay, Wayne way off at the
rear, Ed Pegge, Keith Conlon.
Ed arrived late, direct from dental surgery, with his bundle of
memorabilia, again some peripheral to Hogarth. Here he is reading a
parody of a speech from Shakespeare that had been written by Brooks.
Master tale teller, Parkbench, told us of the purchase of a half
lettuce and of the husband of the Point Turton turnoff.
The
idea of giving the punch line of a joke to a team of clever
improvisers was floated.

Leo in pensive frame of
mind
From Brooks, 14
Feb...
Apropos archives. I
have recently discovered a cache of bits including letters from the
late lamented T Shirt, postcards from Wayne of the EU and a tiny
clipping from the personal ads in the Tiser pleading that a certain
DVR rouse himself from boredom and business to again come to lunch!
Signed Hogarth. There are also materials relating to the Spontaneous
Event Society of which sundry gents may also have joined. I will
bring them to a future gathering.
Regards
Brooks
MARCH
Diners attending
(16 persons): Ian Bidmeade,
Tony Brooks, Mark Coleman, Keith Conlon, Leo Davis, Phil Grummett,
Michael Jacobs, Bill Kay, Bob Lott, Andy Ligertwood, Mike Norman, Ed
Pegge, John Potter, David Sefton, Arwed Turon, Wilf Prest.
Apologies: (14 persons):
Bob Adams, Wayne Anthoney (Wayne’s
mother died on Monday), Andrew Bishop (Band
rehearsal), Malcolm Elliott, Rob George, Samela Harris,
Robert Hodge (on Eyre Pen’), Mike
Johnston, Paul Kolarovich, John McGowan (medical
appointment), Tony Parkinson (business
meeting), Geoff Shepherd, Milton Wordley, Ghil’ad Zuckermann.
(Keynoting in Germany.)
Numbers were up (second highest March turnout after the record of 18
in 2015) and so we were back upstairs. It was a good gathering but
less animated and boisterous than some have been. Festival fatigue?

Andy Ligertwood, Mark Coleman, Mike Norman, Michael Jacobs, Bob
Lott, Ian Bidmeade, Ed Pegge, Bill Kay, Arwed Turon, Phil Grummet
(hidden), David Sefton, Tony Brooks, John Potter.

Phil Grummet, David Sefton, Tony Brooks, John Potter, Keith Conlon,
Wilf Prest.

Tony
Brooks and Andy Ligertwood

Keith Conlon and Wilf Prest, Mike Norman in foreground

Phil Grummet, David Sefton, Tony Brooks, John Potter.

Michael Jacobs, Bob Lott

Los tres amigos:
Keith Conlon, Ed Pegge, Tony Brooks.

Pudding time: Bob Lott, Phil Grummett, Jolley’s staff, Ian Bidmeade,
Ed Pegge.
APRIL
Hogarth Lunch; Upstairs at Jolley’s Boathouse. Thursday, April 20,
2017.
Attending
(15 persons): Bob Adams,
Ian Bidmeade, Tony Brooks, Mark Coleman,
Keith Conlon, Leo Davis, Phil Grummet, Robert
Hodge, Bill Kay, Bob Lott, Bob McKenney,
Tony Parkinson, Ed Pegge, John Potter, Wilf
Prest.
Apologies: (13 persons):
Wayne Anthoney, Malcolm Elliott, Rob George,
Samela Harris, Michael Jacobs, Mike Johnston,
Paul Kolarovich, Mike Norman, Neville Sloss,
Geof Shepherd, Arwed Turon, Milton Wordley,
Ghil’ad Zuckermann.

Wilf Prest, bill
Kay, Keith Conlon, Tony Parkinson, Bob Lott, Mark Coleman
Wayne was absent for a second month, this time because he is in
Flinders Medical Centre, being treated for pulmonary blood clots.
Following discussion worrying about his condition Brooks read us a
teasing and witty poem he’d composed and emailed to Wayne.

Young folks today
cannot survive without their phones,
Our recent shock loss of John Clarke was noted by a long reading,
from Ed Pegge, of a tribute written by sometime Hogarthian, Richard
Potter. It included references to other recent significant losses
including David Bowie, Leonard Cohen and another sometime Hogarthian,
Bob Ellis. Pegge’s fine reading of course mentioned Clarke’s
writings and Brooks charmed us with a reading of Dylan Thompson’s ‘A
Child’s Christmas in Warrnambool’. Pegge particularly liked the
‘listless
bang of the fly wire door’
for memories stirred from times when his behaviour was less
inhibited. John Potter sang, with just one mistake he said, ‘We
three kings of Orient are, two on tractor……’

Ed Pegge
reading Richard Potter’s tribute to John Clarke and
others.
Brooks told of a personality from Port Pirie who wore so many hats
that as newsreader on local ABC Radio he sometimes read out reports
of himself in a number of his roles. The location raised the memory
of Port Pirie identity Roy Knuckey and Brooks retold his stories
about that eccentric chap.

Tony Brooks, Phil Grummet, Bob Adams
and Gabriella. Brooks is telling us the Roy Knuckey
story.
Good man Robert ‘Red’ Hodge was back after more than a year, much of
which has been spent driving and writing, mainly in WA, in a
Winnebago. For some time since we’d seen him last he has been using
a stick which will stop soon with a hip replacement to done in May.

John Potter,
who brought a guest, already known to some of the gathering,
Bob McKenney, Ian Bidmeade, Gabriella.
Brooks read, very well of course, a trivial list of AFL players
names, from The Monthly, that Leo had brought in.
One chap, returning from very modern and successful surgery, via a
narrow body channel, declared his intention to score the ton.
MAY
Hogarth Lunch; Downstairs at Jolley’s Boathouse.
Thursday, May 18, 2017.
Attending
(11 persons): Wayne
Anthoney, Tony Brooks, Mark Coleman, Leo Davis, Malcolm Elliott,
Phil Grummet, Paul Kolarovich, Andy Ligertwood, Bob McKenney, John
Potter, Geoff Shepherd.
Apologies: (20 persons):
Bob Adams, Ian Bidmeade, Keith Conlon (STC;
interviewing the 1984 cast), Rob George (missing
for at least the next 4 months), Ian Hamilton, Samela
Harris (Media awards lock up),
Robert Hodge (Recuperating after
hip replacement), Michael Jacobs, Mike Johnston (Picking
olives), Bill Kay (recovering
from posterior fossa craniotomy), John McGowan (Hospital
driver), Rob Morrison (Edinburgh),
Mike Norman, Tony Parkinson, Ed Pegge, Wilf Prest (east
of Murray River), Don Riddell (rebuilding
and redithering), Neville Sloss, Milton Wordley (North
of equator), Ghil’ad Zuckermann (Keynote
address in South Africa).
Small as our table was we were the only diners at Jolley’s today. A
sign posted on the door read ‘Closed. Private function’.

Wayne Anthoney, Mark Coleman, Paul Kolarovich, Andy
Ligertwood, Geoff Shepherd, Phil Grummet, Malcolm Elliott, John
Potter.
We were not consulted about a change in the menu but the majority of
the small gathering seemed happy with the change. The customary
antipasto setting was not presented. Instead we were served what
was close to a main course, at table, with a selection of side
dished followed by the pudding that suited most sweet tooths.

Mark Coleman, Paul Kolarovich,
Jolley’s staff, Andy Ligertwood, Jolley’s staff, Bob
McKenney, Phil Grummet. .
Discussion of a possible link between cultural behaviours and
whether or not the language of the culture separates the future
tense led to Grum phoning his daughter in Melbourne for details
about the handling of the future tense in German.

Bob McKenny’s
pate, Grum’s arms, Elliott’s hand, John Potter,
Richard Potter, Tony Brooks, Wayne Anthoney,
Mark Coleman.
John Potter’s brother, Richard, a sometime attendee, made
quite a long non dining visit to the gathering. He expressed well
thought out opinions on a number of topics, including how the
Australian culture developed and Tony Brooks pointed out that the
lecture was being delivered free of charge.
We were all glad and relieved to have Wayne back at table after a
stay in Flinders Medical Centre. He celebrated with a lovely
Chambers Rutherglen Muscat.

Bob McKenney, Geoff Shepherd, Phil Grummet.

Phil Grummet,
Malcolm Elliott, John Potter.

... and here's a rare picture of Leo,
the Hogarth Club's tireless photographer.
JUNE
Hogarth Lunch;
Upstairs at Jolley’s Boathouse. Thursday, June 15, 2017.
Attending
(14 persons): Bob Adams, Wayne
Anthoney, Tony Brooks, Mark Coleman, Leo Davis, Phil Grummet,
Michael Jacobs, Bill Kay, Andy Ligertwood, John McGowan, Bob
McKenney, Ed Pegge, John Potter, Ghil’ad Zuckermann.
Apologies: (12 persons):
Rob George (missing for at least next
4 months), Malcolm Elliott, Robert Hodge (recuperation),
Michael Johnston (still picking olives),
Paul Kolarovich, Bob Lott, Mike Norman (looks
forward to Birthday Hogarth in July), Tony Parkinson (wine
matters Sydney &/or Fiji), Wilf Prest (Europe),
Geoff Shepherd, Neville Sloss (Dentist),
Milton Wordley (North of equator still).

Michael Jacobs, Ghil’ad Zuckermann, Tony
Brooks, Ed Pegge, Bill Kay, Mark Coleman, Andy Ligertwood (sitting
back), John Potter, Wayne Anthoney.

Bill Kay, Ed
Pegge, Mark Coleman, Andy Ligertwood.
John McGowan had spent some time finding suitable readings to
celebrate Henry Lawson’s 150th birthday, that falls this
Saturday. Pegge read us ‘When
Your Pants Begin to Go’, written somewhere between 1901
and 1905. He did a great reading especially given that he was not
familiar with the poem. Late in the day, at McGoon’s request,
Potter charmed us reading the 1917 poem ‘Scots of the Riverina’
and a tear or two were induced.

Michael Jacobs, Ghil’ad Zuckermann,
Tony Brooks.
Accents were discussed and Ghil’ad explained in some detail, that we
perhaps did not all keep up with, how The Black Death, apart from
killing more than half the population of the British Isles and
Europe, led to the great vowel shift and the change of pronunciation
of words like house and mouse, and more.
A mention of Bob McKenney’s accent led to him telling us how the
state of Virginia was the worst treated of all, at the end of the
Civil War. He noted that Arlington cemetery was established on the
confiscated estate of the family of the wife of Robert E. Lee. That
allowed Ghil’ad to tell us again his great anecdote about
Osama bin Laden being assaulted, upon arrival in
Heaven, by the promised number of Virginians (including
John
Adams,
John Bannister,
Alexander
Hamilton,
Thomas
Jefferson,
James
Madison,
George Washington).

Ghil’ad Zuckermann, Tony Brooks, Ed Pegge.
Somehow a performing visit to Adelaide, by Spike Milligan, came up,
and Brooks told wonderful yarns about going with sometime Hogarthian,
Trevor Farrant, with whom he was writing at the time, to seek out
Milligan and dine with him a couple of times at a well known (Nth
Adelaide?) restaurant. That gave Wayne the chance to tell a ‘true
story’ that Milligan told in performance here in Adelaide (Same
time? Another visit?) about an embarrassing and very funny blue
cardigan event.

Mark Coleman, John
Potter, Wayne Anthoney, John McGowan (toasting Ghil’ad), Bob
McKenney, Bob Adams, Michael Jacobs, Ghil’ad Zuckermann, Tony
Brooks, Ed Pegge.
John McGowan spoke in celebration and toasted one of our number
recently becoming an Australian citizen (he already has British,
Italian and Israeli passports and can absentee vote in the UK and
Italy) and noted the recent birthday of this our youngest member,
who we must see as the future of Hogarth as we others limp on,
dependent on our pills.

Bob Adams, Michael Jacobs, Ghil’ad Zuckermann.
Jacobs sat for some time writing out in his notebook, a clever
parody of Advance Australia Fair. He’d written it, with
another chap, years ago. His reading, in reference to Ghil’ad’s
recent decision, was apt and amusing.

Ghil’ad Zuckermann,
Wayne Anthoney, Tony Brooks.
Wayne (seen above making his farewells) alerted us to the completion
of website documentation of Hogarth for 2002 and read us the
response he’d received from Angela Bannon, when he’d told her of
these records, that mention John many times.
JULY
Hogarth Lunch; Upstairs at Jolley’s Boathouse. Thursday, July 20,
2017.
Attending
(18 persons): Bob Adams, Wayne
Anthoney, Tony Brooks, Mark Coleman, Keith Conlon, Leo Davis,
Malcolm Elliott, Robert Hodge, Michael Jacobs, Micky Johnston, Bill
Kay, Bob McKenny, Mike Norman, John Potter, Tony Parkinson, Neville
Sloss, Arwed Turon, Milton Wordley.
Apologies: (11 persons):
Rob George (missing for at least the
next 3 months), ,Phil Grummet (down
south), Samela Harris, Paul Kolarovich (Bali),
Andy Ligertwood, John McGowan (attending
a funeral), Ed Pegge (UK in July
& August), Wilf Prest (Late
scratching due to virus contracted in flying home), Don
Riddell, Geoff Shepherd, Ghil’ad Zuckermann (Key
noting in China).
Surprise was expressed at our good turnout. Surely this was a
record for a non Xmas gathering. Far from it.
Our biggest ever, in recent years, and not at Xmas, was 27, in May
2013. Since then we have mustered a 20, a 19 and five 18s,
including today. Since 2000 Xmas has fluctuated between just 13
(three times) and 25.
Being an anniversary prompted much reminiscing about early Hogarth
gatherings, happenings, rituals. The singing of the pudding, linked
to Tony Short, and the introduction of Xmas carols were
remembered. Various bans of sometime members and edicts about cold
soup were detailed.

Stocking their
plates: Milton Wordley, Micky Johnston,
John Potter, Keith Conlon, Bob McKenny.
At rear, willing to
wait: Michael Jacobs, Tony Parkinson, Wayne
Anthoney, Robert ‘Red’ Hodge, Malcolm Elliott.

Michael Jacobs,
Wayne Anthoney, Mike Norman, Robert ‘Red’ Hodge, Keith Conlon, Tony
Brooks
(not using the pool), Arwed
Turon, Micky Johnston, Bob Adams, John Potter, Bob McKenny, Tony
Parkinson, Milton Wordley.
Brooks told a joke, with a most artfully hidden punch line,
concerning options that one paid for and had a choice whether or not
to access.

Bob Adams,
John Potter and Bob McKenny much amused by Brooks’
clever use of the cheque book.
Michael Jacobs, Wayne Anthoney, Mike Norman.
Today, the third Thursday of the month, was the 44th
anniversary of the inaugural Hogarth luncheon. A toast was proposed
to Mike Norman for his role in establishing the institution.
It was agreed that two of today’s attendees, Norman and
Elliott, were at that first gathering. Debate on whether
Conlon was too was settled. He must have been because he
invited Anthoney to the second gathering.

Robert
‘Red’ Hodge,
Keith Conlon, Tony Brooks responding to Brooks
suggestion.
Brooks suggested a custom of an overlapping group, that met
at Chesser Cellar on Friday evenings, from the days close to the
beginning of Hogarth, might be adopted by Hogarth. Those arriving
had to bring a piece of useless information and whether or not it
was truly useless or just trivial was debated. Example: The
volume of the stomach of a rhinoceros (number of horns and skin
colour not specified), measured in golf ball volumes, is precisely
the area, in acres, of Kent.

Arwed
Turon, Micky Johnston, Malcolm Elliott, Bob Adams, John Potter, Bob
McKenny.

Neville
Sloss, Michael Jacobs, Wayne Anthoney, Mike Norman, Robert Hodge,
Keith Conlon, Tony Brooks, Mark Coleman, Bill Kay
(mainly his red pullover), Arwed
Turon, Malcolm Elliott, Bob Adams, Tony Parkinson, Milton Wordley.
Parky took some time to put on his heavily insulated jacket,
preparing to drive south to cooler climes.

Another rare photo of photographer Leo,
sandwiched between Malcolm, who ruefully ponders an empty bottle,
and
Bob Adams, pointing.
AUGUST
Hogarth Lunch; Upstairs at Jolley’s Boathouse. Thursday, August 17,
2017.
Attending
(8 persons): Wayne Anthoney (stuck
to his promise not to drink), Leo Davis, Phil Grummet,
Michael Jacobs (Il participera, il
attendra), Bill Kay, John McGowan, Wilf Prest (recovered
from last month’s flight acquired illness), Ghil’ad
Zuckermann (Key noting at Jolley’s).
Apologies: (21 persons):
Bob Adams, Tony Brooks (Realty matters),
Mark Coleman, Keith Conlon (video edit
sweet), Malcolm Elliott, Rob George (missing
at least till September), Samela Harris (Sautee
Valley,
Appalachian
Mountains, Georgia),
Robert Hodge, Paul Kolarovich (Bali),
Micky Johnston (R.A.S., cattle or olive
oil?), Andy Ligertwood, Bob McKenney, Rob Morrison, Mike
Norman, Tony Parkinson (Sino vino),
Ed Pegge (UK), John Potter (very
croaky), Geoff Shepherd (late
scratching; poorly), Neville Sloss, Arwed Turon (Er
wird Skifahren),
Milton Wordley.

Phil
Grummet, Ghil’ad Zuckermann, John McGowan, Bill Kay, Wilf Prest,
Wayne Anthoney.
With a group of only eight it was pleasant surprise to be directed
upstairs.

Clockwise
from front: John McGowan, Michael Jacobs, Phil Grummet, Wilf Prest.
Michael Jacobs arrived last bringing a bottle of Cabernet from
Brooks vineyard that he’d helped prune only weeks ago. Brooks is in
the process of selling that property on the verge of Lake
Alexandrina.

Wayne made an effort to entertain providing many more than the
suggested one piece of useless information suggested by Brooks.

Jacobs read us most of an opinion piece, published in The Age
a few days back, well and passionately written by Amanda Vanstone.
She gave Tony Abbott, with whom she once had to sit in Cabinet, a
solid dishing. Somehow that led to a discussion of what a
psychopath is (a former Labor leader was described as such) and, via
stories about Whitlam, to the use of particular four-letter word.
Jacobs told of writing in his language use column, around 1962, in
the Adelaide Review, why it was unacceptable to use it except
as a designation of a body part. Christopher Pearson refused to
print the article and dismissed Jacobs as a writer from the journal
that he was soon dismissed from, as editor.

The small number apparently made provision of the usual anti pasta
spread impossible but most chaps seemed very pleased with the
medallions of fillet (steak?) with various veges. Pudding was a big
pile of, I think, ice cream. No complaints heard.

Internal politics at Adelaide University had contrary views
expressed. The matter of Vice Chancellors led Jacobs to tell us of
Prof Badger getting the editorial group (including Hogarthians
Jacobs and Bannon) out of a pickle when sued by Don Dunstan. The
matter of litigation led to stories about Prosh Day pranks. The
hoisting a ‘Tom The Cheap’ banner high on St Peters Cathedral led to
the Anglican Church suing for damages to the roof. But the
University Climbers had wisely taken polaroid
photos before and after, showing that the poor condition of the
roof was due to 30 years of neglect. We were reminded of a car
suspended from the University Footbridge,
fluorescein poured
into wet Rundle Street and a smoking army vehicle, labelled
‘EXPLOSIVES’ stalled at the intersection of Rundle, Hindley and King
William Streets.
Wilf Prest’s current research on matters legal in the late 17th
and the early 18th century, in the UK (was it that by
then?), led to discussions of the perceptions of inequality at the
time and how they might be ascertained today. See, we do get
serious sometimes.
The best passport, personal safety wise, under which to travel, was
discussed. Ruses and necessary lies for an Israeli citizen to visit
certain countries were discussed. Travelling in Malaysia on the day
after 9/11, posing as an Italian Arab seemed a bad idea when the
Italian PM
was reported, in The Guardian as follows;
‘Italy's
prime minister, Silvio Berlusconi, yesterday went out of his way to
stress what every other leader backing America's "war on terrorism"
has been desperate to deny - that the looming conflict is, at
bottom, a clash of civilisations.
On three
occasions during a lightning visit to Berlin, Mr. Berlusconi
enthusiastically proclaimed views that will appall western leaders
and be seen by many Muslims as confirming their worst suspicions. He
boasted of the "supremacy" and "superiority" of western civilisation
and called on Europe to recognise its "common Christian roots".
’

SEPTEMBER
Hogarth Lunch;
Jolley’s Boathouse. Thursday, September 21, 2017.
Attending
(17 persons): Bob Adams,
Wayne Anthoney, Keith Conlon, Leo Davis, Rob George, Phil Grummet,
Robert Hodge, Michael Jacobs, Bill Kay, Paul Kolarovich, Rod
Lindquist, John McGowan, Bob McKenney, Ed Pegge, John Potter, Arwed
Turon, Ghil’ad Zuckermann.
Apologies:
(14 persons): Andrew Bishop
(searching for lost luggage in Portugal),
Tony Brooks (dans le Midi), Mark Coleman (across
stormy waters), Malcolm Elliott, (Two
Wells and north), Samela Harris (Germany),
Micky Johnston, Andy Ligertwood (grandfathering
in Melbourne), Rob Morrison (Jazzing
up Murray Bridge), Mike Norman (cruising),
Tony Parkinson (hosting a dinner), Wilf Prest (Sydney
side), Geoff Shepherd, Neville Sloss (SE
Asia), Milton Wordley.
Despite our attendance figure of 17 exceeding the required 14 diners
we were not allowed upstairs. Another party had usurped our spot.
At least two
promises were honoured today. Pegge brought along copies of
his recently published autobiography, ‘Forever Horatio’, to
be sold as autographed items. And Wayne had done research to
bring us some accountant jokes. Others contributed in this genre
and some unrepeatable examples were produced.

John Potter,
Rob George (telling a yarn that affectionately teased
Pegge), Paul Kolarovich, Phil Grummet, Arwed
Turon.

Ed Pegge,
Bob Adams, John Potter.

Bob McKenney,
Bill Kay, Keith Conlon (standing), John McGowan,
Robert ‘Red’ Hodge, Wayne Anthoney with Paul
Kolarovich at left front.
Bill Kay,
McGoon, Red, Wayne Anthoney, Michael Jacobs.
Wayne was announcing,
because Pegge would have been too shy to do so, that Pegge
had copies of ‘Forever Horatio; an actor’s life’ that he was
happy to autograph after purchase.

John Potter,
Rob George (hidden), Paul Kolarovich, Phil Grummet,
Arwed Turon, Rod Lindquist (not the linguist that
Ghil’ad hoped for), Ed Pegge, Bill Kay, John
McGowan, Robert ‘Red’ Hodge, Wayne
Anthoney, Michael Jacobs.
Ed told us a few anecdotes
that had, for various reasons, not made their way into his
autobiography. Above he is explaining how he was hand cuffed by
police on the way home from starring in Bob Ellis’ ‘Shakespeare
in Italy’, at the Holden Street Theatres.

Bill Kay,
Keith Conlon, John McGowan, Robert ‘Red’ Hodge,
Wayne Anthoney, Michael Jacobs, Ghil’ad Zuckemann.

Phil Grummet,
Ghil’ad Zuckermann and Keith Conlon.
At the rear
Ed Pegge can be seen pondering what to write as he autographs
yet another copy of ‘Forever Horatio; an actor’s life’.
OCTOBER
Hogarth Lunch; Jolley’s Boathouse (Downstairs).
Thursday, October 19, 2017.
In attendance
(9 persons): Wayne
Anthoney, Leo Davis, Phil Grummet, Bill Kay, Paul Kolarovich, Andy
Ligertwood, Bob McKenney, John Potter, Geoff Shepherd.
Apologies:
(19
persons): Bob Adams, Andrew Bishop (grand
parenting), Mark Coleman (family
matter in Melbourne), Keith Conlon, Malcolm Elliott, Rob
George (reminded us of a 10th
anniversary of the death of Steve Spears, tomorrow),
Samela Harris (out of town),
Robert Hodge, Micky Johnston (matters
oleic), John McGowan, Mike Norman, Tony Parkinson,
Ed Pegge, Wilf Prest (pesky prior
engagement), Neville Sloss (meeting
in Clare), Peter Tregilgas (coming
with a guest, Dave McClay, in November), Arwed Turon (mixing
with Vice-Royals), Milton Wordley (out
of town; Aldinga?), Ghil’ad Zuckermann (lecturing
in Cairns).

Paul Kolarovich,
Geoff Shepherd. Pre tucker drinks.

Paul Kolarovich,
Andy Ligertwood, John Potter.
Topics of conversation ranged across the human condition. John,
above, is referring to Matthew 7:7-8
The Pancake Kitchen and Roger Meadmore, in which order is not
remembered, were matters of interest. His connection with
establishing scientology in Adelaide was mentioned and his current
residence in treatment at a BUPA Rest Home were noted.

Wayne Anthoney
and Geoff Shepherd.
Wayne recommended visiting Bruny Island (with special praise for the
bus driver Sam, an earnest young man who was at pains to inform the
punters of the terrible things done to Tasmanian Aborigines in early
settler days) as well as the MONA Gallery. This led to discussion
of whether Lieut. Bligh could or could not have visited the SE of
Tasmania with Captain Cook; he could have and did.

Wayne Anthoney,
Geoff Shepherd (obscured), Bill Kay, Paul
Kolarovich, Andy Ligertwood, John Potter (overcome
by discussion about prostate surgery), Phil Grummet.
As further evidence of the average age of the group, detailed
discussion of problems associated with and solutions pursued after
prostate surgery went on for some time. Opinions ranged from
‘You’ll die with prostate cancer but not of it’ to ‘Nearly 20% of
male cancer deaths are due to it.’

Bob McKenney,
Geoff Shepherd, Paul Kolarovich, Andy Ligertwood,
John Potter, Phil Grummet.
Potter explained the efficacy of fermented garlic and oat bran in
reducing/raising the bad/good cholesterol levels in the blood.
NOVEMBER
Hogarth Lunch; Jolley’s Boathouse (Upstairs).
Thursday, November 16, 2017.
Attending
(15 persons): Wayne Anthoney,
Mark Coleman, Leo Davis, Malcolm Elliott, Rob George, Phil Grummet,
Bill Kay, Paul Kolarovich, Andrew Ligertwood, Dave McClay, Bob
McKenney, Rob Morrison, Mike Norman, John Potter, Peter Tregilgas.
Apologies: (10 persons):
Bob Adams, Andrew Bishop (grandfathering),
Keith Conlon (Taswegia; following
Wayne’s advice?), Robert ‘Red’ Hodge (heading
to Patagonia), Micky Johnston (dental
appointment), Tony Parkinson (Shanghai),
Wilf Prest (a meeting in Perth),
Arwed Turon (he’s going to London to
visit the (next?) Queen), Milton Wordley (bicycling
around McLaren Vale), Ghil’ad Zuckermann (reclaiming
the Barngarla language on Eyre Peninsula).
Leo was flustered, when checking that all 14 had arrived, to find
the number was 15. He’d not spotted Rob Morrison’s acceptance
email. An extra setting and chair were squeezed on to the table
that normally sits 14.

Mark Coleman’s
arm, Paul Kolarovich, John Potter, Bob McKenney,
Wayne Anthoney, Malcolm Elliott, Rob Morrison,
Grum’s arms, Mike Norman, Peter Tregilgas,
David McClay and Bill Kay.
With no warning at all, Bill demanded a poem from Potter who
produced one that his father had him put to memory 60 years ago.
That got Grum going with recitations of Spike Milligan verses. Rob
George followed up with the only, or was it the first, poem of his
ever published.

Rob Morrison,
Phil Grummet, Mike Norman and Peter Tregilgas.
Wayne remembered a Tasmanian number plate perhaps from the 1960s.
Somebody complained that it did not rhyme.
Eleanor Ramsay, recently deceased, was remembered as were other lady
Footlighters.

Peter Tregilgas,
David McClay and Bill Kay.
Peter manages to return from the eastern seaboard about once a
year. Most years this is in October and we are able to celebrate
his birthday. We miss his Xmas rocket of course.
He brought a guest, David McClay, who we would like to see again.
Bill told us of ladies who had stroked his leg over the years. He’d
drawn the line at men doing so.
Differences of opinion over paternalism towards Aboriginal
communities were exchanged and compared in a civil manner.

Mark Coleman,
Ian Bidmeade and Paul Kolarovich.
Mark has been through gruelling times with a nerve disorder that,
apart from causing great pain and discomfort, limits the use of his
right arm.

Mike Norman
and
Peter Tregilgas. ‘Cheese’.
Something amiss with catering, though not all chaps noticed,
possibly influenced by the range of Grenache wines brought along by
Bill Kay. We had between 1/3 and 1/2
of the normal range of antipasta served, with none of the customary
sea food dishes. When this was queried, we were delivered four
plates of gnocchi, as though it was a treat,. Coffee/tea orders
were taken so late that some chaps were already leaving.
DECEMBER
Hogarth Lunch; Bob Lott’s Holden Street Theatre.
Thursday, December 21, 2017.
Attending
(20 persons): Wayne Anthoney,
Tony Brooks, Mark Coleman, Keith Conlon, Leo Davis, Malcolm Elliott,
Phil Grummet, Samela Harris, Bill Kay, Andrew Ligertwood, Bob Lott,
John McGowan, Rob Morrison, Ian ‘Bones’ Owens, Ed Pegge, John
Potter, Wilf Prest, Ian Sando, Neville Sloss, Arwed Turon.
Apologies: (15 persons):
Bob Adams, Andrew Bishop, Rob George, Robert ‘Red’ Hodge, Michael
Jacobs, Micky Johnston, Paul Kolarovich, Bob McKenney, Mike Norman,
Tony Parkinson, Don Riddell, Peter Tregilgas, Geoff Shepherd, Milton
Wordley, Ghil’ad Zuckermann.

Pre dinner drinks; Ian Sando, Wayne Anthoney, young
Phil Grummet.

More pre
dinner drinks; Samela Harris, Bob Lott.

Ian ‘Bones’ Owens, Wayne Anthoney, Ian Sando.
Once seated we had a thoroughly planned timetable of entertainments
hosted by Brooks. It began with magic from Wayne.

Brooks read us a freshly composed poem of celebration of the
highlights of Hogarth over many years. The poem is included at
bottom of this report. This presentation was illustrated by
treasured items displayed by Wayne.

Wayne
Anthoney (with genuine Chesser Street relic), Ian Sando.

Keith Conlon, Andy Ligertwood, Rob Morrison,
Arwed Turon.
Once Brooks had reminded us of the rare of attendance of
Ian ‘Bones’ Owens (last time was Xmas 2013) Rob Morrison
rose to reveal details of house sharing with ‘Bones’, decades
ago. Ian response included stories about bullet holes in a
ceiling resulting from attempts to cure hiccoughs.

Mark Coleman, John Potter.
Potter continued a tradition of recent years with a fine
reading of Dylan Thompson’s ‘A Child’s Christmas in
Warrnambool.’ After this Brooks invited John to
perform Fred Dagg’s ‘We
three kings of Orient are, One on a tractor, two in a car...’
as a prelude to our own first carol of the season.

Keith Conlon, Andy Ligertwood, Rob Morrison,
Arwed Turon.
There was some delay, while Keith went to his car, for his
text, before his customary reading.
Arwed has suggested, days earlier, that maybe not all were
fans of Christian tunes and so led, at least some of us, in singing
classic Australian advertising jingles along the line of ‘Brylcream,
a little dab will do you…’
Bill Kay, Bob Lott, John McGowan.
Brooks made concluding remarks including well deserved thanks
to Bob Lott who’d provide our venue and arranged the
catering. One complaint was heard concerning the lack of an
invitation to perform.

Farewells. Rob Morrison (without gun) and Ian Owens.

More farewells; Wilf Prest, Andy Ligertwood, Tony
Brooks.

Till next Christmas: Rob Morrison, Wayne Anthoney,
Samela Harris.

Ill at ease other side of the camera.
Some thoughts on the Hogarth Club with occasional rhymes and
sporadic rhythms
BY BROOKS HIMSELF
December 2017
Ah!
Lads, we meet again in Hogarthian tradition
As we
have each month for many moons
Until
we reach perdition
The
countless years combine to burnish
Our
memories and try to furnish
The
glories past with great perfection.
So, all
us here shared some connection
With
those halcyon days devoid of fault
When
we, the chosen, sat all above the salt.
At
Christmas here in Lott’s good care
At
tables groaning under festive fare
Upon a
stage that has seen us strut
Our
stuff while holding in our elders gut.
Through
footlights dim glow let’s summon a vision
And try
to come up with a clear decision
Is the
magic of Hogarth the room or the table,
Or the
laughing response to each tale or fable?
Was it
better then when youth made us able
Or now,
when we can’t tell who’s Arthur or Mabel?
There!
Can you see old Chesser Street and that cellar door
That
drew us in one time, then twice then many more
Through
swinging door to gaslight glow
Past
polished bar with a bottle to show
And
salute our host, always quite formal
Whether
Archer, Pam, Primo or Normal.
Then,
pointing up, a little sign said this way is the Hogarth
Room.
To some
this meant salvation, to others it spelt doom.
Two
steps a time we took the climb
By
creaking stair to this redoubt, our lair
Its
carpet stained with legend deep set in warp and weft
To be
greeted by a sideboard looming on the left
Its
mirrored magic magnified
The
bottled wines we each supplied
Opened,
poured, sniffed, sipped and matched
By
Lloyd who always claimed this job.
The
best he kept, the rest dispatched
To us
the grateful but untutored mob.
Stretching long before us in solid English oak
A table
for a trencherman, a statesman or rich folk
Seating
eighteen, all debating and as each around it spoke
Each
point was smithed through tears and fears
Upon
this anvil of concepts and ideas
Until a
constitutions clause bespoke
Was
hammered out through this forges scented smoke.
Blushed
pink Manoahs dawn was near
When
old Josh Symonds sternly said
“Many
men who should be here
Will
sore regret they stayed in bed.”
Oft
times this respected legend was deferred
While
jokes of doubtful taste were heard,
And
outraged James Vincent Seaton Bowen
Said,
”If the culprit ever should be known
He’d be
hung, drawn and quartered at least
Then
spit roasted for a feast
Whoever
he was that danced upon this table.”
Yet
still alive the miscreant can validate this fable.
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Around
the walls in tragic, awful scenes
The
curse of gin, over imbibed, demeans
The
gentle cup of vinous mirth
Sipped
with friends beside the hearth
Each
sketch a slander to wine or worse
By
poisoned pen and signed Hogarth.
These
stories are a multitude
Some
high minded, some are rude
They
would fill too many pages
And
retelling would take ages.
So what
then is the magic that makes the Hogarth Club
As we
meet on Leo’s summons from his archival hub?
I know
it’s not the same as that original great game
When
the Chesser in its pomp was, sine qua non, the place.
It drew
the great and good with cold carvery and pud
And
Chessers One to Three, house cocktails set the pace.
But
it’s not even the stories that make the club
Not the
furniture nor location, that's the rub.
Not
these Rules that set the quality at hand
Cold
soup for Satchell, no fungus to touch a Bannon tongue
No
brandy for Wayne and the pudding must be sung
And
Pegge is justifiably and permanently banned.
At
Christmas spotting his red herring
Ignoring his last impassioned croak
Shortly, RIP, shall be stopped from telling
The
White Gorilla Joke.
No chap
to leave unless requested by vote to do so
Women
forbidden but bumpy chaps accepted, don't you know.
And
behaviour was not always A-class as these examples
display
It was
quite rude but we complained about the food
And
said things very stinging about others singing
To carp
and question the price was never very nice
And the
quality of guests failed several of the tests
So to
quibble about ambience was far beyond the pale or fence.
It was
none of these, the answer that we seek to find
It is
right here at the front not lost so far behind?
Of
course It's the members, Ah! The members
Trying
still to fan the embers
Of
lives whose fire is waning and given to complaining
With
jokes retold in clarity and unexplained hilarity.
It's
the members and their madness
As an
antidote to sadness
That
keeps it all as we supposed
And our
memories cleaned and gently hosed.
We
should celebrate the now and take good notice
All us
eaters of the lotus
Of this
prophetic little plaque and all together say
As a
mark of respect
The
Cellars are closed today.
Post
Script:
Hogartians, we have gathered once again
And
tried to remember just who or what or when
It was
that we first met and yet
The
comfort of the familiar and shared history let
The
bonds renew of friendships tie
I tell
you true without a lie
In such
good company one happily could die.
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