It seems that after lunch at T-Chow, I drank through The Exeter, The Belgian Beer Café and The East End Irish Bar before fleeing to Dekka's (North Adelaide), where the black cockatoos finally came in to haunt my poire William.
01 April 2015
BLEAK DAY IN THE EAST END
As I attempt to kick some order into a lifetime of
notebooks, I hit much catharsis. Like this account of a bleak afternoon
crawling the pubs of Adelaide's East End after lunching with Stephen Tracey and
Greg Trott eleven years ago. Stephen, who became a customer's representative at the wine label
printer, AQ, after being state manager of Remy-Blass, was on his fourth bout of
cancer in a decade. Trott, founder of Wirra Wirra Wines, was dying of it too,
but he was enjoying a bout of sweet remission. This recalls the last time the
three of us lunched together. It was early January. Stephen went into hospital
soon after and died on February 29th, it being Leap year. Trott died almost a
year later, to the day. We were really good mates.
It seems that after lunch at T-Chow, I drank through The Exeter, The Belgian Beer Café and The East End Irish Bar before fleeing to Dekka's (North Adelaide), where the black cockatoos finally came in to haunt my poire William.
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