Art house

(drawings and photo by Spike Deane)

The Sydney Glass Space

So, sitting at our favourite cafe in Annandale, an idea was born. I am probably as mad as Alice's hatter and dafter than a brush but what's the point of dreaming if you're not going to dream big? So ... five years from now (at the latest) we'll open the Sydney Glass Space.

I tell you: I am truly, deeply mad.
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Jon's seafood chowder

(Not that this image is actually Jon's excellent home-made chowder) but what a delightful way to put behind me the second set of misconduct questions. Dinner with Jon and Rosie at their place in Redfern. Spike arrived later, returned safely from a glass-makers' trip to

Canberra's Glassworks

(Holly Grace, who was assisting another artist, was the only name I recognised).

And today's word is ...

... interview

as in 6 hours of questions & answers to refute 16 allegations of misconduct at work. They include entirely new definitions of work place bullying ... made staff eat lobster, gave flowers, told senior colleague in writing that one supported her right to disagree with one of my decisions and seek advice from others on its accuracy (which, by the way, it was ... as in accurate).

There wll be another session tomorrow. Truth? This mad circus is taking its toll. Not one of the allegations stands up; not one. But the energy, time and effort it takes just to refute the malicious shite that's been thrown could suck the life out of me if there wasn't the strong support around me of people who matter. The sooner this is over, though, the better.
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Some things are impossible to believe ...

bisTRODE

We helped Jon Simpson to enter his sixtieth year with a lovely meal in Surry Hills at a small place called bisTRODE. Sampled a Slippery Jack mushroom for the first time (so-so), excellent Hapuka (which looks a lot less aggressive seared on a bed of Jerusalem artichokes than it does in the water ... spiky dorsal fins and all) and rhubarb crumble and custard to die for. There was a French red wine that caused a bit of a stir as it went down ... well, it has to be said. Lovely evening. Excellent restaurant.

Happy birthday too, Mr Buchanan.

Pier

Hard to imagine a better way to dine at the end of a tedious day. Pier at Rose Bay for a long, long catch-up with AB. We were first in and last out. Good food, excellent company: what more could one ask for?