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My glamorous aunt MG stepping out in Elizabeth Bay, August 2016
MG in sunglasses with someone else’s Italian scooter, August 2016
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July 2019
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Letters from America These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a ♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Sunday 23 June 2019
The lovely thing about Sydney, well there are many but this is also one of them, is that even when it is overcast it can be very pretty.
So I had a date last week during the week, at Mosman, bit of an event because I don’t go over the Bridge so much these days. Afterward I dropped down from the steep ridge that Military Roads follows, to the pretty harbour beach, Balmoral (surf beach for the under three’s). I had a nostalgic and quality fish and chips from the Bottom of the Harbour fish and chip shop, which I think has been there about 20 years, loyally taking cash only and reminding some of us of scandalous tax avoidance schemes from the days of when…
It was an overcast day. A steady number of citizens walked their dogs along the foreshore. I have always rather liked the somewhat art deco style of the foreshore walkway, complemented by the little bridge across the isthmus which you can just see at the end of the beach here. I took some afternoon snaps.
Bottom of the Harbour – tax schemes from the past
MG xx Sydney escort who does both sides of the Bridge
Letters from America These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a ♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Tuesday 18 June 2019
In the course of my recent excursions during May when I was away from work for a couple of weeks, I had the pleasure of going up to the Newcastle Art Gallery for the first time. It was a Saturday early afternoon and the occasion was the opening of a retrospective exhibition of the works of the Australian artist, Virginia Cuppaidge. Virginia was interviewed at the opening, to a very attentive audience. The paintings in the exhibition covered her work over a 40 year career spent in New York. She has recently returned to Australia to live.
Here is a photo of two of her pictures from the 1970’s:
And here is a sculpture made by the Australian Clem Meadmore, with whom she worked for a time in New York. The sculpture is entitled Virginia and lives in the Sculpture Garden at The Australian National Gallery in Canberra.
I became aware of Virginia’s paintings because I was friendly with her mother: author, botanical illustrator, japanophile and horticulturalist, Judy Cuppaidge. Judy and I became friends when Judy was in her 90’s: a more lively and remarkable person you could not hope to meet and, as she said of her macular degeneration: “blind as welder’s dog.”
I’ve been planning to make a recording of one of Judy’s short stories, so you know what I sound like before we meet.
Letters from America These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a ♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Saturday 9 June 2019
It has been a busy time in May with various excursions and some enforced leave. I have been in the country some of the time and it has been exceptionally pretty, though progress with development s l o w . . .
Even though it has been very dry, I have been there just after rain a couple of times and managed to get some lovely images, when the earth is all shining and luminous.
Letters from America These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a ♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Saturday 20 April 2019
I went to the Orpheum at Cremorne last night, which was Good Friday, and saw a film about the late life journey of a difficult man, which was funny, agonising and heartfelt in equal parts: Sometimes Always Never.
The context of the film was all very English until, toward the end, there was an extended allusion to the classic Swedish film by Ingmar Bergman, The Seventh Seal – though instead of playing chess with the grim reaper our hero plays Scrabble.
I am not knowledgeable about cinema and really have never have had much interest in a lot of Hollywood offerings (I am not lying, I only saw Top Gun for the first time this year). But even though I have no film background I managed to see three of the great modern film masterpieces probably four times each (I kid you not), before I turned 17. They were: Luis Bunuel and Salvador Dali’s Un Chien Andalou, Sergei Eisenstein’s Battleship Potemkin and Ingmar Bergman’s Seventh Seal. This makes me very good at spotting cinematic allusions to the masterpieces! A couple of my highschool teachers were exceptionally taken with these classic films (and soundtracks) and thus I came to see a lot of them. If you can imagine a post-Whitlam public high school education with a touch of The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie’s not entirely innocent idealism, then you have a picture of some of my high school experience.
Quite apart from high school, the film that struck me the most ever I think, was probably Bonnie and Clyde (the original). Chinatown was brilliant too. And Hitchcock’s Rear Window. Any takers among you with favourite films? I forgot The Rocky Horror Show… what a lot of sheer joy that was 🙂
Letters from America These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a ♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Thursday 14 March 2019
This week I could see from my balcony the tops of two incredibly tall masts rising up out Sydney Cove. I couldn’t see what they belonged to so walked down yesterday to have a look. Coming round the West facing edge of Mrs Macquarie’s chair, looking out across the current Opera on the Harbour set for West Side Story, was an enormous ketch. I took a snap, including the dinghy in the foreground on the left for scale.
I searched the web when I got home for “maxi cruising ketch”. After a bit of clicking around I discovered that this is Aquijo, the largest ketch in the world at 85 metres. She is currently cruising the South Pacific and was most recently visiting New Zealand. Her masts and rigging were designed in New Zealand and she was built in the Netherlands in 2016.
I don’t want to be boorish about boats, but this was pretty special.
Letters from America These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a ♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Sunday 3 March 2019
At the end of Victoria Street, where the road ends and becomes a paved pathway a little lane way joins up with the path. It’s a dead end that meets the last apartment blocks on St Neot’s Avenue (which you can get to only by sandstone stairway). It’s a charming part of the Potts Point neighbourhood. A local wit has added some cats to the traffic sign in the lane way.
And this is a view of the lane way with the sign in place (well it’s a bit obscured in the hedge), looking across to the City. It’s not the best photo of all time but it’s still a lovely evening outlook.
Letters from America These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a
♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Sunday 10 February 2019
You have not heard from me over summer, so it’s a long overdue greeting for the New Year.
As some of you know I had some bad experiences last year with a stalker and it has taken the shine off my happy escort life. During this last couple of months I have been doing another job in addition to escorting, so I haven’t been posting and I have reduced the hours I am available. The new scheduling arrangement will continue for the future. I will post my availability for each coming week by Sunday evening on the front page of the website (please text me if you don’t see it, I might be running late).
It was a very dry period leading up to Christmas and the wildflowers on the country block were very few this year. In past years there has been a profusion of colour and variety but this year it was all very subdued. I did see one wildflower that I haven’t seen before though. Although it was quite common looking – simple structure, bright yellow – I am pretty sure it was a new sighting for me.
Here it is:
The natural world managed to be beautiful in the city too. There was a very small, perfectly formed pale green moth on the window sill at Potts Point one morning. Here it is:
And I managed to get a fair amount of snorkelling and diving in over the summer. Be warned this is not a lingerie shot! 🙂 It was taken during a dive on the south side of Botany Bay at a place called The Steps.
Letters from America These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a
♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Sunday 9 December 2018
There is a street tree that I like very much called Brush Box. It is originally a rainforest tree but it is planted a lot by local councils and so now it flourishes in the suburbs. This is a photo I pinched from Google and I think it’s a street somewhere in the inner West.
The Brush Box trees are in flower now. Here is a close up I took of the blossom. There are five rounded petals similar to a tea tree blossom and then there are five delicate fronds for stamens that extend out way beyond the petals like starfish arms.
Letters from America These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a
♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Sunday 2 December 2018
One of my routine evening walks involves a circuit of the area down by the Finger Wharf at Woolloomooloo. At the moment it’s especially nice because summer has brought out the jasmine. There is a great hedge of it running down one side of the McElhone Stairs at the end of Victoria Street and it’s a heavy summery scent which is just beautiful.
There is a always a set of sculptures on display along the boardwalk adjacent to the Finger Wharf. According to the labels next to them they come from a commercial “art bank”. The display changes every six months or so. There is one new I like especially. It reminds me of the symetry in a shell or the inside of a flower.
Then sometimes, just when you are minding your own business on your evening walk, a huge floating resort rounds the point in front of you and cruises down the harbour, towering over everything.
I am including here a couple of selfies I found in my dropbox files that haven’t made it to the website before now.
Letters from America These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a
♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Sunday 25 November 2018
I recently went to an interesting piece of “immersive” theatre called A Midnight Visit. It was held in St Peters in a huge old empty furniture warehouse. The drama was based on the stories and poems of Edgar Allen Poe. We had to sign a waiver before entering. We were each given a black surgical mask to wear while we stood around in the foyer. There was an MC called The Undertaker who then selected people from the audience to enter the performance through different doorways. We went into different rooms and spaces which were variously got up in detailed Gothic sets reminiscent of Poe themes. The actors moved around in the spaces performing in among the audience. There were music and dance performances woven into some of the story fragments. Then there were features of the warehouse set which can only be described as playful – corridors and stairwells to climb through, mysterious rooms to explore. One room was filled with CCTV screens “secretly” relaying what audience members were doing in other rooms. Another room had a small sunken pool filled with soft pink balls and a sign saying No Jumping, and of course people did. At one stage there was a regal seeming actor strolling around, who would seat himself strategically and beckon a member of the audience to come over. He would then have an extended private conversation with that person. He beckoned me at one stage and asked me, whispering, what was I afraid of. It took me ages to decide but finally I said “uncertainty”. He said Oh no, you don’t need to be afraid of uncertainty, you need to be afraid of people who text and drive! Lol.
It was clever in parts, apparently developed from a similar immersive theatrical adventure which has been showing for years in an extended season in New York called Sleep No More (based on Macbeth). A Midnight Visit was ambitious and intriguing. I could happily have stayed on exploring for another hour. There are some great photos included in the link here to the review in the magazine Time Out.
xx MG