This post is about a trip taken by just Andy. Well that’s not strictly true – he was accompanied by a mate. For the purposes of the blog we’ll call him Steve (as that is his name) and their collection of teens. We don’t talk about our children too much in these posts. We could argue that its to protect their anonymity but in reality, we figure that if they want to feature in a blog they can write their own. They do pop up every now and again when they tag along with us – but they’re of an age now where they mostly want to be doing their own thing.
We were heading to see AC/DC on their Rock or Bust tour. I’d seen AC/DC before and on their last outing – Black Ice in 2009/10 I thought they were getting a bit past their sell by date. I wasn’t therefore too fussed about seeing them again. However, the teens hadn’t seen them and they’re one of those bucket list acts so I was persuaded. I was glad I did when a few weeks before, the support bands were announced; Kingswood and The Hives. Kingswood are a Melbourne indie rock band whose music I really like and I’ve seen them a couple of times before. I’d not seen quirky Swedish rockers The Hives, but had heard that they were also a great live act so the gig began to look a lot more appealing. Carry on reading to find out how we combined an Asian experience with watching an AC/DC show.
It goes without saying that after nearly twenty years of marriage we still have a red hot crush on each other. However, our blog isn’t one of those travel cum relationship cum spiritual cum wellbeing cum hippy nonsense epistles. No ours is much more frivolous than that.
The Crush we’re referring to here is the annual Bundaberg Crush festival. It’s a celebration of the region’s arts over a few weeks in October. The name comes from the crushing of the sugar cane which also happens at this time of year. So once again, I’ve raised your expectations of finding something a little bit saucy only to cruelly dash them before we’ve even got going. Carry on reading though – you might find you like it.
You may recall that during the title sequence for the 1970s BBC comedy Fawlty Towers, the sign at the end of the guest house drive was mis-spelt in every episode. My favourite anagram was ‘Flowery Twats’, and visiting Toowomba’s carnival of flowers whilst staying in a guest house gives me a perfect excuse to use it as a title to this post. Not that you need an excuse to use a golden phrase like flowery twats. Indeed, I shall resolve to use it more often in the future. To be fair though, Vacy Hall Historic Guest House couldn’t be further from Fawlty Towers, and Graham, the owner, didn’t strike us as a Basil Fawlty. Indeed, he was most hospitable and also very generous with his advice on granite belt wineries that were next on our itinerary after Toowoomba.
We were off to Fortitude Valley, or just ‘The Valley’. Hence the reference above to the 1979 punk classic from The Skids. Go on have a listen, you know you want to. For fans of Moulin Rouge, The Valley has a reputation similar to that of Montmartre in Paris, a town within the city where the creatures of the night come out to play. In reality it’s cleaned up its act a lot in recent years and a visible police presence means its very safe. It is still, however, one of the main nightlife areas of Brisbane and we were here to see a gig.