Continuing in my retrospective collection let's go back a month when Claire Healy and James Quinton were in town. We went out one Thursday night to sample the delights of Melbourne, starting at the First Floor in Fitzroy and finding ourselves at Honky Tonks early Friday morning, with the DJ playing cheesy dance from his grand piano booth, over-priced drinks and the general air of desperation that is common in these types of clubs (ie: Geisha). An hour at Honky Tonks and we were ready to leave the city, hatching a plan to borrow Claire’s sister’s car for a road trip to Wilsons Promontory, or Wilsons Prom as it is for the locals.
Wilsons Promonotory is located about 230 km south-east from Melbourne, and is billed as the southern most tip of Australian Mainland.
For a virtual road trip to Wilsons Prom click here.
Big Willie Scotsman says:
Ach, ye call that caber-tossing ye underpants-wearin', book-readin' cloon?
And me bonnie loikes a good rumshank at ye olde Geisha! Getoorfit afore Big Willie gives ya wee willie a mite tinkerin!
james says:
the three odd hour drive was rather eventful. Paul, awash with Kerouac and Thompson proceeded to drink red wine and beer while sprawled accross the back seat, in what was labelled racho relaxo. whatever the case, as the driver i was subject to frequent stops at bottle shop drive throughs.
wilsons' prom is v. nice. its like albany or esperance. superb. what looks like lordsesque mown mountains open and close along the coast reaching out into the watery waters where serene bays of cystal liquid are sheltered by small islands that looked like the shells of ancient tortoises, all fucund and mossy. after paul asked a local fisherman where the best place to watch the sunset was, we left. we had no time for idle chit-chat and pleonasticities over rotating planets, the dirty city bekoned us.
killer says:
oww shit, why's i always git drunk and make sommonelse finish off the dang story… nice work james, love your work.
Barney says:
he he…you said dang…