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#234: (Untitled)

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Ok, here's one for all you theatre type people out there.  I bought these photos in a job lot today, mainly because they're old and have inscriptions on the back of two.  However I can't locate any details about them whatsoever - and I don't believe that they come from South Australia (hence the Tivoli mentioned might well be anywhere).  All I do know is that both of these people appeared in a production of 'Carmen' in 1948, and their names were 'Nancy' and 'Headley'. Any ideas as to who they were and anything I should know about them?

#233: Blondes Have More Fun

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This might be about the only time that you'll ever see the phrase, "Blondes Love Black" and be able to enter it into a Google search engine and not see even a hint of interracial porn.  Seriously.  There's not a sight of anyone named Ty Lattimore or Tiger Tyson, let alone Long Dong Silver or even Tiger Woods.  And you're in for a very rude shock if you pick this up hoping to see photos of Jenna Jamison, Sylvia Saint or even Paris 'Man Hands' Hilton.  Indeed you can forget all about it if you're hoping to get anywhere near a stiffy with this volume. Published in 1968, this book, Blondes Love Black, is a heartwarming story about a Norwegian (the blonde) whose family came to Australia in search of oil (the black).  No rooting, no porn, no sex, just oil and Aboriginals with names like King Billy and other borderline racist names.  And that's it.  As simple as that really. This volume was, as far as I can tell, the only thing G.D. Lindholm ever w

#232: Put Out The Fire

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I love conspiracy theories and conspiracy theorists. You can’t help but love them, they’re usually nuttier than a squirrel’s sack and Joe Vialls clearly is no exception to that rule. Joe has done what must surely be considered impossible; he has written a book, titled Deadly Deception at Port Arthur , totally exonerating Martin Bryant. You remember Bryant, he’s the guy who’s currently doing time down in Tasmania for knocking off 35 people down at Port Arthur. He was caught, faced trial and was found guilty and is now doing 20 years to eternity in isolation, a fact that Joe is angry about. Bryant is innocent, you hear him? Innocent! And he wants everyone to believe him and disregard anything and everything that they might have seen, heard or read about the case and blindly accept his own words. And why shouldn’t we? Well, simply because Vialls weaves such a tangled web that to believe it would take more drugs than even I’ve ingested over the years. In fact it’d take more drugs than Ch

#231: Why Don'tcha All Get F*cked

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One of the main regrets of my life (not that there are many) is that I never got to see Skyhooks live. The Bear saw them, but she caught them on one of their many reunion tours of the 1980s, me? I was far too blasé to be bothered, idiot that I can be. Still, I loved the band in the ‘70s, I mean, if you didn’t love them then you were well and truly screwed because it seemed like most radio stations only had four songs to play at any given time and two of them were Living In The ‘70s and the other one was Horror Movie. The fact that I can listen to both songs without wanting to scream, puke or fly into a maniacal rage speaks volumes for the quality of the band and the music. Americans never got Skyhooks, but then they did embrace Air Supply with a passion, so work that out. (As an aside, here’s one of my favourite bits of trivia – those haunting harmony vocals on Dragon’s Are You Old Enough were done by none other than the two guys from Air Supply. Don’t believe me? Have a listen next t