10 April 2017
MY TABLE TONIGHT: STRANGE BUSINESS
On hearing first thing this morning of the death of John Clarke, our foremost yet most humble satyrist, observer, writer, performer, producer and philosopher, I found myself drinking large whisky and tidying my kitchen for a lot of messy tears whilst recalling The Grampians. Pretty weird. Like Ruby Hunter has gone plus Lloyd Rees and cranky Donald Horne all at once. I don't mean to pick anybody but you know what I intend. Like a really great one. Like I dunno, you dunno, but it's a great big mess of em gone through one astonishing mind. This is what ended up on the corner of the table. Don't ask.