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2017


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 conversatio
n. 

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 amigosKeith 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 GabriellaBrooks 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 WordleyParky 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, RobertRedHodge, 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’sA 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.

 

 

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.