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My week of Monday 4 to Sunday 10 May 2020 saw lots of talking, a little bit of writing, and a birthday party via video conference. That last bit worked better than I expected. Sunday was a far shorter day than most, for some reason.
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It’s Day 52 of Stilgherrian’s coronavirus isolation, but Prime Minister Scott Morrison has now sketched out a three-step plan for rolling back the restrictions on our movements. If everything works. Meanwhile, everything in The America is collapsing.
Continue reading “The 9pm His Plague Diary 8”If you’re at a loose end in Sydney today, remember that my birthday drinks are happening this afternoon at The Hive Bar in Erskineville. Click through for details.
If you’ve been following my 50 to 50 series, you’ll know it’s my 50th birthday very soon. Would you like to help me celebrate it with drinks next Saturday 8 May?
My birthday is actually on 9 May, but for Australians that’s also Mother’s Day this year. That’s inconvenient.
So, drinks (and good food) are on Saturday 9 May 2010 upstairs at one of my favourite haunts, The Hive Bar, 93 Erskineville Road, Erskineville from 2pm. There’s a map over the jump.
I’d like to give Adam some idea of how many people are coming so, if you can, please either RSVP by email or at the truly evil privacy-destroying Facebook event page by Wednesday afternoon. You don’t have to RSVP, you can just turn up. But if we get enough confirmed people we get our own bartender.
It’s my birthday. To mark the occasion, ’Pong took a photo the other day which reflects a self-portrait it took many years ago — possibly in 1980 though I can’t be sure. Nothing’s changed.
Since every blog post should link to at least one other thing, do consider whether I look like Ja’mie King, whether you like the unshaven version, or the scary version.