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FEBRUARY

Hogarth:Downstairs at Jolley’s Boathouse Thursday, February 17, 2022.
Attending: (6 persons): Wayne Anthoney, Leo Davis, Andy Ligertwood, John McGowan, Ian Sando, Ghil‘ad Zuckermann.

Apologies: Andrew Hill, Rob George, John Potter, Wilf Prest, Neville Sloss, Nigel Grummet, Malcolm Elliot, Ian Owens, Bob Adams, Paul Kolarovich, Mark Coleman, Mike Johnston, Milton Wordley,Mike Jacobs, Tony Parkinson, Rob Morrison, David Beaumont, Tony Brooks, Arwed Turon, Pottsie Potter,Pete Tregilgas, Keith Conlon, Ed Pegge

Ghil‘ad Zuckermann, John ‘The Lone Ranger’ McGoon, Ian Sando.

Notes from Wayne: Though there were but six of us at lunch today the Covid virus was not the reason; many of our sprightly group had other things to do. Paradoxically Leo's notes are copious, I think because with such a low numbers he was able to hear all that went on around the table.

Leo takes up the story: On arrival we found we were to be downstairs today. The disappointment was softened by our prime location, a table for six, way over in the NW corner, in front of an open window, looking over the Torrens near the City Bridge.


 

John McGowan, our waitress, Ian Sando.

Over decades Ian Sando has driven to Alice Springs to act as an electoral officer for Federal elections.
Driving times between Alice Springs and Adelaide, and reverse, were discussed including a possible early record set by Rev (maybe not at that time) Don Catford. Wayne of course did the trip regularly.


 

John McGowan, Ian Sando, Wayne Anthoney.

Wayne read to us from a book of jokes (largely Newspaper malapropisms) that is a favourite of his sister.

Andy Ligertwood, Ghil‘ad Zuckermann, John McGowan, Ian Sando, Wayne Anthoney.
 

Ghil‘ad was invited to a dinner party and asked if he had any food preferences or requirements. He replied that he had none but was served a number of foods that he eschews. He compiled a detailed and extensive list of things he cannot eat including any form or preparation of beetroot, durian, cooked carrot and so much more. He is something of a picky eater. The list is on his phone ready to be sent to any host/hostess who extends an invitation. The original person has never invited him again.

Wayne interpolates: I asked Ghil'ad for his complete list of dietary no-nos and he responded with the following:

Professor Ghil’ad Zuckermann’s food restrictions: I cannot eat MSG, ginger, capers, cinnamon, honey, pineapple, liquorice, raw coconut (I like laksa, beet root, sweet potatoes, zucchini, squash, butternut, pumpkin, cooked carrot, cooked cucumber, dried maize (samp), polenta, celery, parsnip, turnip, shallots, fennels, papaya, raisins, orange peel, marzipan, beer, champagne, glacé cherries, marmalade, samosa, koeksister, corned beef, spam, mayonnaise, absinthe, vegemite, rice pudding and other rice-based desserts (I like rice though), cooked white bamboo shoots, artichokes (I love their etymology though), durians (they taste like paradise but smell like hell), and sea crabs (other seafood, albeit cooked, welcome; I am a prawn-again Jew). With regard to garlic, salt and chilli: only a tiny bit. Thank you very much for your patience, as well as sense of humour.

A true story: Many years ago I was professor at the University of Queensland, Brisbane. It was 1pm and I was walking out of my office to have lunch at one of the nearby restaurants. Several steps out of my office, one of the in situ pooh-bahs spotted me and said: “Ghil‘ad. Let’s have a chat.” I acted accordingly, joined him in his spacious office, and explored a plethora of technocratic, bureaucratic and administrivia issues.

An hour later, at 2pm, I told the pooh-bah that I was getting very hungry, so perhaps we ought to have lunch together. He retorted: “With delight!”. So I walked towards the door, expecting him to follow me. To my great chagrin, he then opened his drawer and took out some stale, sliced supermarket bread, not even sour dough, and vegemite spread, and offered to eat them together. Vegemite is that repugnant, abhorrent, not to say abominable, thick, black Australian spread made from leftover brewers’ yeast extract with various vegetable and spice additives.

Shocked, I said: “You know, unfortunately I’m a carnivore!” He retorted: “Ah, no worries, mate!” So I walked towards the door again, expecting him to follow me, at least this time. To my great chagrin, he opened the second drawer, took out a tin of spam, meat loaf (sic(k)) and offered to eat it together with me. I left the office, ran to the loo and barfed.

Meatloaf (pronounced in Israeli luf rather than lof) is what we were forced to eat in the army when there was no kitchen around…

Andy Ligertwood, Ghil‘ad Zuckermann, John McGowan, Ian Sando, Wayne Anthoney.

Ghil‘ad retold a story some had heard before, from when in NW Australia, he seriously broke an arm while avoiding a snake. He thinks a bite from the snake may have been an easier and less unpleasant experience than the trauma of the injury and subsequent necessary surgery.

Ghil‘ad, who only holds citizenship in four countries, is gadzooped by his three sons who, in addition to that four, can add Canada.

A new clothing designer at table presented one of his Rosetta Stone ties to Leo and the other four chaps put in orders (at a price that is most likely well below cost) to be delivered next month.



Andy Ligertwood, Ghil‘ad Zuckermann.

Andy told of an ancestor (grandparent or great?) who accepted a post as a GP in the picturesque seaside village of White Cliffs, to find that it was an opal mining location, 255km northeast of Broken Hill, 93km north of Wilcannia; current population circa 100. He and his wife stayed some years before ending up in Adelaide.

The change in the relative exclusivity and elitism in Adelaide society, across a century or so, including the influence of religion and ethnicity and old boys’ networks, was discussed. The long gone days of the predominance of SPSC old boys ties in a Goldsborough-Mort agency was cited. But we were told of a chap with a very non Saints background who started in a Goldsborough-Mort Office on the way to becoming a Chief Justice. Wayne thinks that the sense of community in Willunga is greater and more egalitarian than found in most suburbs in Adelaide.

Andy Ligertwood, Wayne Anthoney.

At the end of the meal Wayne moved seats to discuss a matter with a subset of Hogarth, the Footlighters section. They considered a proposition that interviews should be recorded of small groups of old Footlighters, by Paula Nagle. Andy suggested groups of three or four should be made up of folks who overlap in terms of which Reviews they performed in.

Leo, Andy, Ghil'ad

Wayne's note: I normally take a photo of Leo for inclusion in the monthly log because Leo takes all the others. In future I will pay more attention. Leo looks gloomy, or preoccupied in this pic but was in fact happy and jolly all afternoon. Sorry Leo.

MARCH
 

Hogarth:Upstairs at Jolley’s Boathouse Thursday, March 17, 2022.
Attending: (10 persons): Tony Brooks, Leo Davis, Andrew Hill, Michael Jacobs, Bob Lott, Ed Pegge, John Potter, Wilf Prest, Ian Sando, Peter Tregilgas.

Apologies: (16 persons): Wayne Anthoney, Rob George, Andy Ligertwood, John McGowan, Tony Parkinson, Arwed Turon, Ghil‘ad Zuckermann, Milton Wordley, Rob Morrison, Mark Coleman, Malcolm Elliot, Mike Johnston, Bob Adams, Sa Harris, Ian Owens, Paul Kolarovich

Wayne attached the following to his monthly rallying call.

You may find the following letter interesting: I have a journalist friend named Helen Womack who lived and worked in Moscow for many years. (I brought her to Hogarth Club about ten years ago.) She had to leave Moscow several years ago, when things were getting dangerous for her, and moved to Budapest with Vitaly, her husband. The other day I wrote to her about the situation with Ukraine as we see it from far away and she replied thus:

Long story Wayne, but in short I got called a "pathological Russophobe" and was kicked out of Russia after Putin annexed Crimea and downed the Malaysian plane carrying Dutch and Aussie passengers in 2014.

Vitaly and I went to Budapest, where since 2016 I have been working for UNHCR, writing about refugees.

Vitaly and I are obviously very anti-Putin. Basically, if you oppose Putin, you have three options -- exile, jail or death. We were lucky and got exile (in a nice warm place, somewhat similar to Oz.)

Vitaly's sister and six children are back in Russia. They have a range of views about Putin, depending on the degree of propaganda they are hearing. The very sad thing is that friends and family are falling out over this. I would say Russian society is split about 50-50 between supporters and opponents of the war. Opponents risk a lot now, just for saying the word "war" (because Putin calls it a "special operation").

I am in the UK with my Dad at the moment, but expect when I get back to Budapest that I will be sent to the Polish-Ukrainian border to interview refugees.

Hope you and Meredith are both doing well.

Love Womers xxxx

Helen attended Hogarth, as Wayne’s guest, on June 18 2009. Other attendees were Peter Tregilgas, Malcolm Elliott, John Potter and Leo Davis.

John Potter, Andrew hill, Leo’s chair, Wilf Prest, Michael Jacobs, Tony Brooks, Peter Tregilgas, Ed Pegge, Ian Sando, Bob Lott.

The two round tables looked a nice setting but did not work with some folks having eye contact who were too far apart to join in conversation. Alcohol consumption was lower today than has been the case. Three chaps were abstaining for various reasons.



Bob Lott, Tony Brooks, John Potter.

Pegge told of historical materials he has in his possession that relate to Footlights. Where might they be deposited? Bob Lott explained that John Bishop had reported a similar problem which Bob told us, through the usual Hogarthian interruptions, has been solved with their lodging in Barr Smith Library Archives, Special Collection.

Wilf Prest, Michael Jacobs, Tony Brooks, Peter Tregilgas.

Wilf told of a disappointing experience just last night. Tickets had been booked for The Picture of Dorian Gray, with seating high in Her Majesty’s but the doors did not open at 8 pm. A delay was announced that stretched till something like 9:30 pm when all patrons were sent home. A technology fault (computers!) meant the show was cancelled.

You may be able to see the mat of green algae covering the River Torrens. Some of us could not remember having ever seen such an extensive cover, bank to bank in many spots.


 

Bob Lott, Peter Tregilgas, John Potter.

Some regular stalwarts were unable to attend today but there were welcome visits from some not so regular attendees. Trigger’s welcome visits, from the east coast, are rare once or twice yearly treats.
 

Peter Tregilgas, John Potter, Andrew Hill.

When all were seated Brooks arrived, to hearty applause, having made the promised ascent; see his acceptance of invitation.

Ah! Lads, loins haltingly girded in preparation for an attempt at the north face of Jolleys alpine ascent, ,the SAS use it as a warm down for reality TV, and all this I do for the privilege of lunching with…… you’ll have to remind me ….what’s your name again.
 

Above you see him beginning the descent, Triggers having gone down first toting Tony’s walker.
 

It is farewells time and Pegge and Tregilgas exchange unpleasantries as Bob watches on.

APRIL

Hogarth:Upstairs at Jolley’s Boathouse Thursday, April 21, 2022.
Attending: (11 persons): Wayne Anthoney, David Beaumont, Leo Davis, Andrew Hill, Mick Johnston, Andy Ligertwood, Rob Morrison, Ian ‘Bones’ Owens, Wilf Prest, Ian Sando, Neville Sloss.

Apologies: (11 persons): Tony Brooks, Mark Coleman, Keith Conlon, Samela Harris, Rob George, Michael Jacobs, Paul Kolarovich, John McGowan, Tony Parkinson, John Schumann, Arwed Turon, Ghil‘ad Zuckermann.

David Beaumont, Wilf Prest, Ian Sando, Mick Johnston, Wayne Anthoney, Ian Owens, Rob Morrison, Neville Sloss.


Tony Brooks sent his apology because he and his sister were heading to the ANZAC Day ceremony at Darwin. Their father, who died while flying an RAAF mission from Darwin, in 1942, is to be honoured.

Who can tell why, but most lads found today’s gathering especially satisfying and many comments were made about this. (Wayne: It was warm, a good number for a lunch, a partly quiet and peaceful gathering.)

Best photos of the day were taken before that above, in the first 10 minutes, after which it was noted there was no memory card in the Olympus. 

 The camera bod had a 25 minute walk/hobble to and from Rundle St to purchase one.

Mick Johnston, Wayne Anthoney.

In the lull between courses, Wayne read from Bob Ellis’ ‘The Things We Did Last Summer; An Election Journal’ (1983).  We cannot match Bob’s telling but one tale, vouched for by Wayne who was present at the 1975 National Playwrights Conference gathered in Canberra, had Margaret Whitlam announcing ‘I am going to take off my pants’.  A few moments consideration convinced Margaret that she needed to flesh out, explain, this intention; ‘I’m going to change into a dress.’ 

Wayne: I saw the entire event recorded in this chapter. I was in the bus outside the Lodge when we all witnessed Ellis turn and run into the hedge. Here is the chapter.

The Playwrights' Conference milled about the Prime Minister's Lodge, thumbing through his library and casting aspersions on the wallpaper as they ate and drank like mad against the hour of their eviction.

Margaret Whitlam, sardonic in her modish pants-suit, circulated chortling with a dead pig under her arm, royally unconcerned about the Great Cables Debate, slated for that very afternoon. She introduced the decrepit primitive playwright Ellis to a fierce-eyed Child of God, and left them turgidly unravelling the Book of Ezekiel to get the cheese.

The Tahitian Camembert, she confided to Ellis, was the best in the world. Ellis wholeheartedly agreed and in her absence filled his pockets with it, along with a leavening of Jatz crackers. Later, as they were queueing up to say goodbye, Margaret asked Patrick Cook if he'd at long last got to the food and Cook said, 'Yes, my pockets are bulging.'

She laughed with tossing head and then fixed with bright regard Ellis, the next in line, who like her was going that afternoon to the House. I'll see you over there,' she said, looking at him firmly. 'I'll take off my pants,' she added, and paused for fully fifteen seconds before going on. 'I mean I'll put on a dress,' she said. 'And I'll see you over there.' She gave him a long look of bright mischief.

Appalling visions flooded through the short-limbed Ellis' mind, and with that same furious drunken spontaneity he had never quite learned to control he ran like mad, crashing into a hedge and showering stolen Camembert and Jatz crackers over the Prime Minister's lawn, while Margaret stood thunderstruck on the porch, and a busload of the finest minds of his generation raucously cheered.

What an unprecedented administration this is entirely, thought the shattered Ellis as the getaway bus accelerated over the hill, and his ashen admiration for it swelled. Later, in the House, Tony Whitlam greeted him boisterously, slapping him firmly on shoulder, chest and stomach in a vain search for stolen silverware.

Not since he covered the King of Tonga with ink had Ellis had so fair and foul a day.
The Bulletin, 26 July, 1975

Rob Morrison, Andrew Hill, Neville Sloss.

Rob Morrison reported on the poor health of his lifelong collaborator, Dean Hutton, who is battling with Parkinson’s disease.

Somehow travel tales became a big thing.  We heard of a whole castle built inside a cave in, was it Slovenia?  Travels in Italy led to matters volcanic including Mt Etna eruptions witnessed, lava tunnels in Qld, and Rob Morrison predicting the next major Australian eruption will occur in or near Tasmania as a continental plate slides over a ‘hot spot plume’.  And so to travelling in Tasmania, which most seem to have done, with trips up the Franklin and a story of the longest running play in Australia, ‘The Ship That Never Was’, performed in Strahan at 5:30 pm every day from September to May (closed Christmas Day).  It tells of a ship built by and then stolen by convicts, who fled to Chile.  Apprehended they were tried for three capital offences but a clever lawyer had them declared innocent of all three.  We were reminded that Wayne had much of his schooling in Tasmania, before being polished at an Adelaide establishment.  And Ian ‘Bones’ Owens spent some time playing French horn with the Tasmanian Symphony Orchestra.

"Camera Bod" (ie Leo) listens as Bones discourses on the castle inside the Slovenian cave.

Neville Sloss, Andy Ligertwood, Lisa (clearing after entrée), David Beaumont, Wilf Prest.

Predictably the war in Ukraine was discussed.  Passionate condemnation of Putin and his actions was tempered by a reminder of the expansion of NATO perhaps being a legitimate concern for Russia, that no justifying the invasion.  We were reminded that we had been perhaps less vocal in opposition to Russian actions in Syria. 

Neville Sloss, Andy Ligertwood, David Beaumont.

The current discussion about use of pronouns, she, he, they, as relating to those choosing not to identify with conventional genders had strong feelings expressed.  The group contains folks who have firm views on maintaining language norms; ‘decimate’ has raised tempers in the past.  Taking a pre-existing word (they/them, etc.) and assigning a new meaning upset some.  One diner said that while Ms was clumsy, at least a new word was made up. 

Not a single word was spoken about local politics, surprising given a change of government in SA just a month ago and a Federal election a month ahead. 

Wilf Prest, Ian Sando.

Wilf spoke with sadness of the number of colleagues from his years in the History Department, at Adelaide University who have died.  In recent days he attended the funeral , delayed by COVID19 restrictions, of Peter Burns.

Andy Ligertwood, Rob Morrison, Wayne Anthoney, David Beaumont, Wilf Prest.

The gathering broke up slowly with lads leaving serially, as personal deadlines loomed.  Wayne had to prepare for a rehearsal, for a Red Phoenix production, later that night.

Wilf Prest, Mick Johnston,

Mick started tying his own bow ties about 40years back. He’d a bow tie emblem on his business card those days. 

MAY

Hogarth:Upstairs at Jolley’s Boathouse Thursday, May 18, 2022.
Attending: (8 persons): Wayne Anthoney, Mark Coleman, Leo Davis, Rob George, Andy Ligertwood, Bob Lott, Ian Sando, Milton Wordley.

Apologies: (15 persons): David Beaumont, Tony Brooks, Samela Harris, Andrew Hill, Michael Jacobs, Mick Johnston, Paul Kolarovich, John McGowan, John Potter, Rob Morrison, Ian ‘Bones’ Owens, Tony Parkinson, Ed Pegge, Wilf Prest, Neville Sloss, Ghil‘ad Zuckermann.

Wayne welcomed Mark Coleman back to table; Mark had been trapped in Melbourne, by COVID19, for much of the time since his last attendance in March 2021.

Milton Wordley, Rob George, Ian Sando, Lisa, Mark Coleman, Wayne Anthoney.

Discussion about the history of Jolley’s Boathouse brought up the name of one time part owner, Ian Hannaford. Ian’s recent death and his excellence as an architect were mentioned. His sister Kay, for some short time partnered with a sometime Hogarthian, was also involved with Jolley’s. Admirers of the work of their brother, Robert ‘Alfie’ Hannaford, expressed outrage that yet again he had not been awarded the Archibald Prize. This led to criticism of other awards, including a suggestion that ALL should be abolished, because panels have been politicised. There was disagreement over an award being given for the script writing of a children’s TV program when it ‘should’ have gone to ‘Bluey’, because it is a more popular program.

Wayne told the ONLY joke of the day (how times have changed), concerning a tragic event involving Roy Rogers. Andy, Milton and Rob (below), and all others, were amused

Andy Ligertwood, Milton Wordley and Rob George.

Rob George told a tale was told about a touring company, circa 1975, far out west on Eyre Peninsula. Rob, travelling in the second vehicle, rounded a corner to find the lead vehicle, a bus, in which Wayne was a passenger, lying on its ROOF. A young member of the troupe had begged and begged Michael Harbison to let her drive the bus. In time he gave in to her pleas and she swerved to avoid three sheep crossing the road.

Bob Lott’s arm, Milton Wordley, Rob George, Ian Sando, Mark Coleman and Wayne Anthoney. The blue item, in front of Wayne, is the theatre program referred to below.

Drama from past; Wayne brought in a Program from a production written by and directed by Rob George, back in 1977.

Two pages from the Program for The Circle Company presentation ‘Lofty; An Epic From The Annals Of Country Rock’.

Leo, pensive

Milton Wordley showing Rob George an image of his partner, Anne-Marie and their Staffy, asleep in the same bed.

Bob Lott, Andy Ligertwood and Milton Wordley, tucking into ‘mains’. There was so much slow cooked lamb that several chaps took home full ‘doggy bags’.

Mark Coleman and Andy Ligertwood.

JUNE

Hogarth:Upstairs at Jolley’s Boathouse Thursday, June 16th, 2022.
Attending: (6 persons): Wayne Anthoney, Leo Davis, Ian Sando, Neville Sloss, John Potter, Ian Lister.

Apologies: (19 persons): David Beaumont, Tony Brooks, Samela Harris, Andrew Hill, Michael Jacobs, Mick Johnston, John McGowan, Rob Morrison, Ian ‘Bones’ Owens, Tony Parkinson, Ed Pegge, Wilf Prest, Ghil‘ad Zuckermann, Arwed Turon, Rob George, Keith Conlon, Ian Henschke, Bob Adams, Mark Coleman.
 

Wayne writes: At midday on June 14th there were only two positive replies to the lunch invitation - one from Ian (Ig) Sando and one from me. I therefore decided to take ecutive action, cancelled the lunch and suggested to Ig that we two should meet instead at the University Club, to which he agreed. Later that day, Pottsie said he could come, as did Leo, who had been delaying his response in order to determine that he was clear of Covid. Some time later, Milton Wordley said he would come as did Neville Sloss, who said he would bring a guest. On Wednesday Milton cancelled because of illness so I booked a table for 6 at the Club.

Leo: Only two had put up hands for the June muster, so Wayne decided to move the gathering to the sometime alternative venue, Adelaide University Staff Club. Numbers then grew, just a little. The meal at the University Staff Club was certainly cheaper than that provided at Jolleys and more to the palate of at least one diner, but something was lacking. With most choosing just one inexpensive course (one of which went home, untouched in a doggy bag), the punctuation and pacing, provided by the three courses and optional coffee, at Jolleys, was missing. There were no jokes told, no recitations or readings, etc. A diner from another table (Staff?) recognised the sole talent in a current TV advertisement urging better treatment for old folks and came over to congratulate him. For better or worse, this would not have occurred upstairs at Jolleys.

Leo, flanked by Ian Lister and Ian Sando, listens with glee as Pottsie sings most of that very funny ditty, "We're Off To See The Wild West Show". We were amazed to find how many verses he remembered out of the blue. Wayne's favourite verse concerns the Oomedoodle bird, that unfortunately lives in ice and snow and has very short legs.

Wayne, Pottsie, Neville Sloss, Ian Lister, Ian Sando

Wayne: Ian Lister is a most engaging New Zealander who has recently moved with his little family to Tatachilla near McLaren Vale. We thought he'd make a good addition to the club so we waived the rules and invited him on the spot. He waved his hands in the air and danced around the room with excitement.

Wayne helps Pottsie with a software update.

JULY

Hogarth: Upstairs at Jolley's Boathouse. Thursday, July 21, 2022.
Attending: (13 persons): Bob Adams, Wayne Anthoney, Leo Davis, Ian Henschke, Andrew Hill, Mick Johnston, Ian Lister, Rob Morrison, Ian ‘Bones’ Owens, John Potter, Ian Sando, Neville Sloss, Ghil‘ad Zuckermann.

Apologies: (13 persons): Tony Brooks, Mark Coleman, Keith Conlon, Rob George, Samela Harris, Mike Jacobs, Paul Kolarovich, Andy Ligertwood, John McGowan, Tony Parkinson, Ed Pegge, Wilf Prest, Milton Wordley,
 

We have lost another of our group. Mike Norman, who started the Hogarth Club in June of 1973, when he was manager at the Chesser Cellars, died three weeks ago. Don Riddell, one of the founding members of the club, sent the following letter of condolence to Wayne:

Wayne Anthoney, Ian Lister, Mike Johnston, John Potter, Ian Henschke, Lisa, Bob Adams, Neville Sloss (hidden), Ian Sando, Ian ‘Bones’ Owens, Rob Morison.

Wayne recounted the wonderful tale of Eratosthenes of Cyrene who, as you are aware, made a pretty good estimate of the circumference of the Earth around 200 BC. His value was within 2% of our current accepted distance. Much discussion arose about the mathematician’s method for measuring the distance between Syene and Alexandria, employing a professional walker. Wayne brushed over Eratosthenes' Sieve for isolating prime numbers as perhaps being too arcane a topic at that time of the afternoon. The topic reminded Rob Morrison of posing the problem, online, of how much a string, stretched tight around the equator, need be lengthened, to raise the string to be uniformly a metre above the Earth’s surface. It is a surprisingly small length. A number of objections came in, primarily from the US of A, pointing out the stupidity of the problem given the obvious flatness of the Earth.

Ian ‘Bones' Owens and Rob Morrison. Rob is showing how high the string is to be.

A story Ghil‘ad told back in Hogarth Room days at the Chesser was reprised. A book was delivered to a reviewer in the wrong dust jacket and the highly regarded (till then) critic wrote his review on the strength of the cover, without ever opening the book. This reminded Rob Morrison of having his attention drawn to the blue ring, chromatographically produced when Shiraz wine is spilled on a table cloth. Sometime later Rob was at a presentation dinner for wine maker students where guests were invited to guest the wine varieties. Rob admitted limited expertise but, having spotted a chromatography clue on the table cloth, suggested that the wine was a Shiraz. At revelation time some more knowledgeable folk laughed at his guess, with the wine labels uncovered, but the course teacher revealed that the Shiraz wine had been wrongly labelled.

Early in May Ghil‘ad received the upsetting news that his mother, in Israel, was near death. He told us of the many trials endured and extraordinary financial cost of arranging to fly to her. Mr Joyce’s struggling profit losing airline pitched in by banning Ghil‘ad from flying with them for three months. Discussion of the formal Jewish funeral gave Ian Henschke the opportunity to tell a number of anecdotes in praise of Ghil‘ad’s mother and of his own experiences travelling in Israel.


Ian Hensckhe complained about a review, written by Peter Goers, of a drama production staged by a friend of Ian’s, that destroyed the show and led to considerable financial as well as emotional loss. Leo recalled (lots of nodding heads) Goers review headlined ‘Don’t Send Your Daughter to Gepps Cross Girls, Mrs Worthington’ of a play written and performed by teenage schoolgirls, Ian then proceded to restaurant reviews, by John Lethlean, in The Australian, one which destroyed Cheong Liew’s restaurant at the Hilton and another damaging a restaurant that Ian and family had a financial interest in.

Ian Hensckhe detailed his experiences gaining treatment for sleep apnoea an offered much advice to any who may experience such in future.

Wayne Anthoney, Ian Lister, Mike Johnston, John Potter.

Wayne: Ian Lister, a bloke with a very interesting background, is a new member of the club.

Mike Norman, who was the initiator, back in June 1973, of what became the Hogarth Club, died recently. In the July Rallying Call for this July’s gathering Wayne made a promise.

‘Mike and I shared the stage or TV screen on numerous occasions. We were both in 'The Odd Couple' at The Rep, directed by Murray George, in about the late seventies and it was after the show one night as the cast sat relaxing in the dressing room with a couple of beers, that Mike related what remains one of the funniest jokes I have ever heard. As an incentive to a positive response, I hereby offer to retell the joke next Thursday.’

Ian Sando, Ian ‘Bones’ Owens, Rob Morison, Ghil‘ad Zuckermann, Andrew Hill, Wayne Anthoney, Ian Lister, Mike Johnston.

Wayne told us the story which might have come from Chaucer’s ‘The Canterbury Tales’. It is too ribald to be recorded here and was well presented and much appreciated.

Leo, deep in conversation with Andrew

Ian Sando reported on visiting Malcolm Elliott who is in recuperation from some condition that is unclear. Malcolm was one of the original seven who each invited a guest to that first gathering in 1973.

Andrew Hill, Wayne Anthoney, Ian Lister, Mike Johnston, John Potter, Ian Henschke.

Wayne Anthoney, Ian Lister, Mike Johnston, John Potter, (pots of ‘take home’ slow cooked lamb), Ian Henschke, Lisa, Bob Adams, Neville Sloss, Ian Sando, Ian ‘Bones’ Owens, Rob Morison.

Wayne has swapped the Hogwarts College Gryffindor tie he arrived with, for a tie with the Rosetta Stone design, produced by Ghil‘ad.

John Potter, Ian ‘Bones’ Owens, Ian Henschke, Ghil‘ad Zuckermann, Bob Adams, Neville Sloss, Ian Sando, Rob Morison.

At closing time Ian Hensckhe asked for support (most Hogarthians are graduates of Adelaide University) in his bid for election to the Council of Adelaide University.
 

AUGUST

Hogarth: Upstairs at Jolleys Boathouse, Thursday, August 18, 2022.
Attending: (15 persons): Wayne Anthoney, Tony Brooks, Leo Davis, Chris Harnett, Michael Jacobs, Paul Kolarovich, Andy Ligertwood, Ian Lister, Bob Lott, Ian ‘Bones’ Owens, Wilf Prest, Neville Sloss, Peter Tregilgas, Arwed Turon, Ghil‘ad Zuckermann.

Apologies: (11 persons): Bob Adams, Mark Coleman, Keith Conlon, Rob George, Sa Harris, Andrew Hill, Mike Johnston, John McGowan, Rob Morrison, Tony Parkinson, Milton Wordley.

Ian Sando said he would come but he didn't turn up.
 

Michael Jacobs, Bob Lott, Chris Harnett, Peter Tregilgas, Ghil`ad Zuckermann, Neville Sloss, Andy Ligertwood, Arwed Turon.

Above Bob Lott is accusing Arwed Turon (attending for the first time since last Christmas) of some minor misdemeanour.

Paul Kolarovich, Wayne Anthoney, Wilf Prest.

Wayne spoke about a Footlighters project to record various historical snippets, using a professional film team and the Holden Street Theatre site. In the image above he is telling a joke.

Something clicked today and many jokes, of varying quality, correctness and reception were told, by a wider range of practitioners than usual. Lads had come prepared. One (forget who), told a joke (forget which) and two chaps (forget who) said ‘I read that one this week too; I was going to tell it’ and ‘Me too.’

Ian ‘Bones’ Owens, Neville Sloss, Wayne Anthoney, Wilf Prest, Tony Brooks, Ian Lister.

Neville Sloss gave an update on the plight and condition of one of our number, Milton Wordley, after a recent fall that induced bleeding on his brain. That led on to discussion of the health of another Hogarthian, Philip White, whose support team, over recent years, has included both Milton and his partner, who will now be unavailable.
 

Neville Sloss, Ghil`ad Zuckermann, Andy Ligertwood, Arwed Turon.

There was a short discussion related to the fact that Keith Conlon had joke books in which, to save space, he only erote the punchlines. Later he found that he could not remember the jokes that went before them. Ghil'ad gave an example of a paraprosdokian punchline, as follows: "The punchline is  ‘9W’. What is the joke?" The answer, which required a knowledge of the German for NO, was ‘Herr Wagner, do you spell your name with a ‘V’?’ And this led on to various lads retelling Groucho Marx gems in the genre.

Wayne Anthoney, Wilf Prest, Tony Brooks, Michael Jacobs.

Tony Brooks entertained (he always does) telling us of driving down the east coast, from Townsville, or above, to decreasing temperatures, climaxing with a Brisbane colder than Adelaide. Somewhere along the journey he and Barbara chanced upon a onetime regular at Hogarth, Rod Wallbridge, who last attended at Christmas in 2009. Barbara found him to be was even larger than Tony had described. A number of marriages, liaisons and sirings have reduced Rod’s financial capacity to the extent that he can no longer afford to live in Australia and he has purchased a property he that he can afford in France.

Michael Jacobs, Bob Lott, waiter, Chris Harnett, Peter Tregilgas.

The pandemic continues, so most chaps arrived wearing masks which were soon removed. But some went on when waiting staff appeared.

Neville Sloss(back of head), Andy Ligertwood Paul Kolarovich, Arwed Turon,

Bob Lott, Chris Harnett, Peter Tregilgas.

Peter was a regular until he moved to the eastern states perhaps 15 years ago. Since then he joins us, on average just once a year. On this, his second visit this year, he brought, as he sometimes does, his lifelong local friend Chris Harnett.

Tony Brooks, Andy Ligertwood, Arwed Turon.

Near the end of each lunch Leo routinely distributes photos that he has taken at the previous month's gathering and also some to gents who weren't at that one, but at one perhaps several months previously. He has been doing this for many years now. It is most generous of him.

Here Leo is giving Trigger Tregilgas a couple of pix from sometime in 2021.

Wayne: This was a great lunch, with a big attendance and much enjoyment. Nobody seemed to want to leave when the time drew nigh.

SEPTEMBER

Hogarth: Downstairs at Jolley[s Boathouse, Thursday, September 15, 2022.
Attending: (14 persons): Wayne Anthoney, Tony Brooks, Leo Davis, Rob George, Ian Henschke, Mick Johnston, Ian Lister, John McGowan, Ian ‘Bones’ Owens, Tony Parkinson, Ed Pegge, Arwed Turon, Ian Sando, Ghil‘ad Zuckermann.

Apologies: (9 persons): Mark Coleman, Keith Conlon, Andrew Hill, Rob Morrison, Andy Ligertwood, Paul Kolarovich, Wilf Prest, Sa Harris, Bob Adams.

 

Ian Lister, Tony Parkinson, Wayne Anthoney, Ian Owens, Ghil‘ad Zuckermann, Ian Henschke, John McGowan, Tony Brooks (obscured by salad), Mick Johnston.

We were downstairs under a low ceiling meaning that hearing any but the person immediately near and facing you meant little is known of the conversation at table today.

Ed Pegge, Wayne Anthoney, Ian Owens, Tony Parkinson.

Parts of a complex story were told that will soon be publicly available on a website being established by Meredith and Wayne. Parky told of a handsome Hansom Cab driver, in Jamestown, taking the eye of a married mother of three. They eloped to NZ (via two separate trains to Melbourne, one carrying the aggrieved husband) and they took on but never registered the name McLaren. In time a son or grandson, became the youngest ever winner of a Formula 1 Grand Prix and went on to develop a racing car team. More details of Meredith’s relatives will come.
 

Arwed Turon, Ed Pegge, Rob George, Lisa, John McGowan (behind the plate).

Pegge had recently returned from London, where he sold his residence. This led Wayne to tell of regrets about the sale of the middle of a block of three linked cottages, his residence for many years, at No. 11 Norwood Parade, to the owner of No 13. Of course, small town Adelaide, Tony Parkinson remembered knowing who lived at No 9.

Pegge brought greetings from Dame Judy Dench who he assured us remembered both Wayne and Rob George.

Wayne was asked whether he is a ‘professional’ or just ‘A’ clown.

Rob George, John McGowan, Ian Sando, Mick Johnston, Ed Pegge, Ian Lister.

John was attending for the first time since February because he has been assisting his wife Ursula polish her PhD submission; task now complete. McGoon, an entertaining story teller, related an apposite tale about his viewing the Queen, in 1956, using the cardboard peep-o-scope that he brought along to illustrate his presentation.
 

Tony Parkinson, Wayne Anthoney, Ian Owens, Ghil‘ad Zuckermann and Ian Henschke appreciating McGoon’s yarn.

Arwed read, from his phone, a commentary from The Irish Times, concerning recent commemorations. Robert George is to his left.

 

John McGowan, Mick Johnston, Tony Brooks.

Arwed Turon, Ed Pegge, Rob George, John McGowan.

Rob George, John McGowan, Tony Brooks.

Leo listens intently to the conversations around the table, trying to take in what he can, under difficult acoustic conditions.

Wayne: There was an interesting suggestion from Parky Parkinson early on, namely that we could perhaps have our Christmas lunch at La Trattoria, of which famous restaurant he is now a part owner. This would mean that we could have it on the third Thursday in December, rather than going to Jolley's on the second Thursday. I have ascertained that we could take our own wine without charge, as we are wont to do. I will circulate to the members see what they think. Personally I think it's a great idea.

OCTOBER

Jolleys Boathouse, Thursday, October 20, 2022.
Attending: (10 persons): Wayne Anthoney, Leo Davis, Andrew Hill, Michael Jacobs, Ian Lister, Bob Lott, Ian ‘Bones’ Owens, Ed Pegge, Neville Sloss,  Ghil‘ad Zuckermann.

Apologies: (13 persons): Bob Adams, David Beaumont, Mark Coleman, Rob George, Ian Henschke, Andy Ligertwood, Paul Kolarovich, John McGowan, Tony Parkinson, John Potter, Wilf Prest, Ian Sando, Arwed Turon.

 

Ed Pegge, Ian ‘Bones’ Owens, Bob Lott (turned away), Ghil‘ad Zuckermann, Neville Sloss, Michal Jacobs.

Ghil‘ad, pressed incessantly by Ian Lister, recounted anecdotes from a lecture on Yiddish he’d delivered. Ian had attended. An excellent example, illustrating Ghil‘ad’s proposition that hand gestures are an essential part of language, had an elderly woman emerging, heavily burdened, from a shop, being asked whether she knew the way to some location. ‘Take these bags, young man’ she directed, thus freeing her hands, allowing her to gesture strongly as she announced ‘I have no idea.’

Pegge was not a supporter of the proposition and told with pride of a person delivering a speech full of praise, at his, Pegge’s, most recent significant birthday, using no hand gestures at all. An observant Hogarthian pointed out that Pegge had used at least two hand gestures as he related this.

Wayne Anthoney, Ian Lister, Ed Pegge.

Bob Lott had fooled some lads, some days back, noting, celebrating, Pegge’s death by a fall.

‘I must say it was a bit of a shock to see Pegge had fallen off the perch (balcony) and died tonight. He was very good and was evidently a very successful businessman and Tennis player which I never knew He was an excellent corpse and died with a sweet smile. One truth of course was that he was a bit of a drunk and the fun of the party. At the funeral we can toss little sprigs of Rosemary on the coffin plus it would be njce to also throw little sprigs of Thyme.
Lott’

This led to a tallying of how many times Pegge had died on screen. Pegger thought it eight or nine.

Ian ‘Bones’ Owens, Bob Lott, Ghil‘ad Zuckermann, Neville Sloss, Michal Jacobs, Ed Pegge.

Discussion naturally drifted onto the Chuchillian Victory hand gesture, delivered somebody said, palm facing different ways, depending whether Churchill was inside or outside of a car. Jacobs pointed out the difficulty he’d had, in recent days, waving to the lined streets, from the left side passenger seat, in a car participating in the Bay to Birdwood Rally. It was not far, then to the more abusive use of the two fingers and Bones reminded us of its connection with archers at the Battle of Argincourt. Who says Hogarth discussion is low brow.
 

Ed Pegge, Wayne Anthony (wearing Ghil‘ad’s clever Rosetta Stone tie), Ian ‘Bones’ Owens, Bob Lott (part hidden).

Ghil‘ad mentioning that he enjoys magic tricks prompted Wayne to repeat his illusion of fingers jumping from hand to hand; he’d performed it last month. Ian Owens reminded Wayne that the trick dated to the days (early 1980s) when they worked together as clowns and, somehow, his nickname, ‘Bones’, arose from that time. Some other trigger led Bones to retell his moving experience, in London, in May 2006, at the time Ken Livingston was mayor (hence the funding). The Nantes based street theatre company Royal de Luxe performed one of their days long performances, using huge human maneuvered marionettes, several metres high, in which The Sultan's Elephant ‘walked’ down the Mall.

Wayne Anthoney, Ian Lister, Ed Pegge, Ian ‘Bones’ Owens, Ghil‘ad Zuckermann, Neville Sloss (hidden), Michal Jacobs.

Handspring Puppet Company’s production of War Horse, from around the same time was recalled. This mirrored an earlier anecdote from Ghil‘ad explaining the word for horse, in the language of a central NT community. There are significant constraints given the language lacks three components of ‘horse’; a vowel sound, ‘h’ and ‘s’.

Ian ‘Bones’ Owens, Ghil‘ad Zuckermann, Neville Sloss, Michal Jacobs, Andrew Hill, Ian Lister, Ed Pegge.

The question was asked ‘Who will join Keith Conlon, standing in front of the bulldozers’ when Peter Malinauskas’ Labor government overrules the Heritage listing and demolishes the Police Barracks that date from 1917? That opened discussion about related issues that several at table had personal connection to. Bob Lott reminded us of a previous Labor premier going back on his word concerning the Union Hall demolition. The future use of Ayers House and which of The History Trust or National Trust should and will occupy the site was fleshed out by someone closer to the issue than others.

Leo, part hidden by himself, goes about his craft, as he has assiduously done these past 22 years.

Because only three gents were able or available to come to lunch this month the event was cancelled.

A very unusual occurrence.

DECEMBER

Hogarth: La TrattorIA, Thursday, December 15, 2022.
Attending: (11 persons): Wayne Anthoney, David Beaumont, Leo Davis, Paul Kolarovich, Bob Lott, John McGowan, Ian ‘Bones’ Owens, Tony Parkinson, John Potter, Wilf Prest, Arwed Turon.

Apologies: (16 persons): Bob Adams, Tony Brooks, Bumpy, Keith Conlon, Mick Jacobs, Andrew Hill, Mark Coleman, Rob George, Ian Henschke, Andy Ligertwood, Rob Morrison, Ed Pegge, Ian Sando, Neville Sloss, Milton Wordley, Ghil‘ad Zuckermann.

While noting that we missed one gathering due to COVID19 this year, we clocked up our lowest ever annual bums on seats; 103. In 2020 (we missed 4 months due to COVID19) we reached 116. Are we getting too old and frail for our less and less raucous musters? In some cases, concerns about increasing costs are keeping some few people away. Those who have previously expressed concerns about value for money will have been well satisfied with today’s rolling feast, including corkage, pudding (non Xmas) and coffee for $70. Clearly Tony Parkinson provided a once off Christmas treat at little or no financial benefit to his restaurant. We are appreciative, of course. Thank you, Tony.

John McGowan, Wayne Anthoney, Tony Parkinson, David Beaumont.


Arwed Turon, John Potter, Ian ‘Bones’ Owens, Paul Kolarovich, John McGowan, Wayne Anthoney, Tony Parkinson, David Beaumont.

A feature of the gathering was the fortunate coming together of a group who almost all (one exception was a Johnny come lately who first attended in September 2000) had known each other, through Hogarth and/or Footlights, for around 50 years. There was clear pleasure in familiar company that increased as good tucker and drink took effect. This bonhominie and affection is illustrated in two or more of the images.


Arwed Turon, John Potter, Ian ‘Bones’ Owens, Paul Kolarovich.

Perhaps the venue was unsuited to such but, uncharacteristically, no jokes at all were told, no anecdotes related to the whole group.




Arwed Turon, John Potter, Ian ‘Bones’ Owens, Paul Kolarovich. (some of the more enthusiastic carollers).

Enthusiasm for Carol singing at Hogarth wanes more each year. Some clearly still take great pleasure in the practice while increasing numbers sit in nervous and embarrassed silence. We sang only a handful of them today. Of course we are missing some of the keener participants, including John Bannon. An article in the next day’s The Conversation traces Carol singing back to Francis of Assisi, up to the first Carols by Candle Light (1939) and details the social and health benefits of communal singing and carolling. Next year?

Bob Lott, ‘Je suis polonaise’, Arwed Turon.
 

Leo  Davis, our intrepid and tireless photographer and reporter

Arwed Turon, John Potter, Ian ‘Bones’ Owens, Paul Kolarovich, visitor, John McGowan, Wayne Anthoney, Tony Parkinson, David Beaumont, Wilf Prest.


Bob Lott, Arwed Turon, John Potter, Ian ‘Bones’ Owens.



Bob Lott, Ian ‘Bones’ Owens, Arwed Turon.


Late in the afternoon: Arwed Turon, John Potter, Ian ‘Bones’ Owens, Paul Kolarovich,

So that's it for another year. MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL OUR READERS!