The Life and Times of Peter Green
Archive: 14 December - 23 December 1998
Didn't sleep very well last night so worked all the way through till sunrise.
Felt good...but as soon as the first rays came through the office window I
started falling asleep....it's that vampire blood. Lucky most of our shows
are at night!
Only ten days till Xmas, explains all the cards....it's all going way to fast
and we can't apply the breaks. Party stuff, Xmas stuff, Newsletters and
fuck knows what else I've forgotten.
Had two offers come in for two major tours, rather tempting I must admit-
just bail on everyone...it's either that or move the office to the Greek
Island of Santorini as talked about. Kind of preparing for it by making
more and more Mediterranean foods like Pastitsio and Aubergine Baked
(Yum). Could be a nice change. Maybe I can go out to sea with the Fisherman
for a few days a week.
Will have to sign up for a Greek language class soon. Hmm maybe an issue of
the Diary site in Greek...ok maybe not.
Just love what Santorini looks like,the town sits on the edge of a 275
metre striped cliff plunging into the sea below. It looks right over the
volcano and the bay and I can imagine how incredible the sunsets must be.
When you arrive you still have to climb the huge stairway that's cut into
the rock face. Guess we'll have to get the donkeys to hall up all our
office stuff, IF we make the temporrary move. That's it kids, social
studies on the Greek Islands is now over...back to our original programme.
My Greek fantasys are disturbed by the phone. People are dropping in for Xmas
celebrations in a few days. Just want it simple.
The Finns give me a call, Neil sounds really relaxed, I'm sure he's playing
his piano everyday and hitting that surf. Have to catch up with Sharon
The delivery van arrives and they bring in our second Budha for upstairs,
has a different look to the one in the foyer. Want to bring it up in height
and add a sandtray so we can burn incense sticks around it. As long as Miss
Hairball does not think it's her toilet tray.
Phone the Pinball Machine repair man and decide to fix it up ourselves.
Saves $80 and it should work ok. So my head is spent in the Pinny all
afternoon, solder iron in hand. Hey it works. Marky B would be proud of me.
Hessie is writing the letter for the Newsletter, love his Xmas letters, we
nearly always get him to write one. Really wacky.
No sleep again, so I head off for a midnight coffee with Bec....very silly,
loads of dancing and we talk sex sex sex. (blah blah blah).
Send Pansy Division a late night email, they are about to finish their
John and Caroline drop in, great to see them, they miss us a lot at
Murchison Street. The guy who bought the Woodface apartment just doesn't
have the vibe. We miss them a lot. Wish the Terrace next door would come up
forsale, they'd be great neighbours. Roll a spliff, sit outside and watch
the sun go down, nice
and chilled. More nights like this please.
See a great fun present on The Hub. "The Star Saucer" fires these soft foam
disc...over 20 feet. Makes all sorts of spacey noises...perfect for getting
the white cat that hassles Hairball.
Nick Seymour is back in town soon. Hope he's here for New Years Eve. Have
to catch up.
Drive "Y" to the airport, really sad, off on a fairly long tour- mostly The
Rolling Stones. Really sad, but hey that's "Y"s gig. Guess I'll be getting
cards from around the world, maybe not. Maybe it's time to fade out....all
seems pretty strange these days- maybe not as special as I thought. Like a
woman once said to me (you know who you are) things are very different on
Was meant to see Spock at The Elephant, but we get an early morning call instead
- the poor bugger has ran out of gas at Toorak-peak hour. Grey Ghost to the
rescue, it's the furthest she's driven for ages. Get Spock to the Service
station and then we meet up at the Elephant, for an artwork meeting. Will
talk to him later on for the Enz shirts for the possible Millenium show. We
finish the first F/16 book in January.
Get a Xmas present from Richard and Mariyln....be very patient and put it
under the tree. So many friends gave us presents this year, hey guess we
helped a few people, but I go a bit strange receiving. Like to give. Still
I do get a passion ripping them open as fast as I can.
Speak to Campbell, Bic's manager, should be some good work coming up. The
Paul Kelly/ Bic Runga tour starts in early '99.
Call in and see Hester, his Dad was there, and we talk hairdye!!! Sunday
Hester is still full of beans and we spend the afternoon hassling Stan and
Rosie. Poor Rosie almost died, she pigged out on a deadrat....but she's ok
now. Dogs have strong hearts. Lester almost died of a similar thing.
Get up very early and feed Miss Ball and run to the shops- a serious
shopping day. Get a friend a great book, took me 3 hours to track a copy
down, but I love those presents when you finally buy it- you think yeah
perfect. Run into Bongo Starr and his daughter Indianna at "IT". Good to
see him- may turn up at the party or go to the falls. Route 66 have some
great shirts in, treat myself to a STP shirt...sixties icon greaseball type
look. Turns me on! (grin).
Dinner with Ben and his friend Matt. Matt's great.
Well I'm now signed on with Gym, lost heaps of weight so it's time to tighten up
and feel good again.
Kelly from Nasa calls and the USA theatres are showing previews of the next
Austin Powers feature- "The spy who shagged me". Perfect title.
Happy 15th Birthday Hairball.
Everyone keeps patting her today- at this rate she'll have no fur left and
WILL look like Mr Bigglesworth.
Wow busy day- nearly everyone turns up at Greville Street today. Guess the
family Xmas Party is on....heaps of kids running through the house. We all
played ten pin bowls (with 9 pins) in the hallway. Loads of family shots,
and Rebecca was the last to leave at 3.30. Tried out the Opium Pipe that we
bought for the ZEN room....totally useless....left me barking like a dog.
Danced most of the night with Beck. Practice for the Go/Go cage. Loads of Bowie,
Manson and even Hunters (Yieks). God we get a bit fucked up, only a bit,
but the house is covered in empty champayne, vodka and bourbon bottles. I
was well behaved except for the odd spliff. Shit it's Xmas, over it.
Go to bed with my red and purple lava lamp bubbling next to me. Empty bed, Empty
head. Toughened up, refuse to feel like I did a week ago. Agh Life..gotta
love those emotions.
Speak to Mal at the St Kilda Festival, Paul Hester did call him and the gig
is looking good, so LLT might play the festival, we'll keep everyone
Fembot rehearsal tonight- think everyone can make it.
Just sitting amongst the presents today...still have this great vision of
our old friend Cecelia walking in with this huge statue of David under her
arm for us.......yes Cecelia has grabbed herself another man....this one
will stay hard forever!!!! Beck gave us this cast iron candle holder for
the plant room....just
heaps of cool things- blown away.
Spock calls by, in fact half the world just drops in. Melissa returns to
the fold after quitting her USA phone sex job....she spends most of tonight
in this weird yellow feathered mask we bought her. It suits her. Jake (age
3) makes everyone wear this terrible dreadlock wig.
The FEMBOTS rock and we all have our guns tonight.
The band situation around our New Years Eve party is a nightmare, mightn't
even happen.....Jj looks like bailing and heading to Sydney to do
Countdown, one of the few times I needed him. Oh well.
Mark spends the night babysitting Jake, Mark would make a great Dad, or a
Zoo keeper. Great around kids and animals, hates humans.
The helium arrives for the party, the next few days we'll all answer the
phone in Minnie Mouse Voices. Sadly Skip- the Mental as Anything manager
(Our ex tour manager) has done soemthing strange to his back so he won't be
in Melbourne. We were set to have lunch today...get well old friend.
Jen and Merl, two other ex-Murchison Street inhabitants are dropping in
with their son Matt. Sometime I have to get to the light company, costume
the chemist to get some pimple cream. Kids drugs are bad for your skin.!
Just not enough hours in the day.
The Blue Elephant made the Restaurant/Food Place listing- the staff ran
around and showed me the review...the staff are described as Kinky and
Bizarre or something like that. Ben #2 from the Elephant just hated it- I
thought it was kind of funny. As we move closer to '99 the Elephant is
going to change, full renovations. We are worried that the character will
Scotty spends the mornings telling me all about the sci fi history of The
Fembots...how they originated in the Bionic Woman series etc....so funny,
just loves 'em.
Carry a pile of stuffed toys down to the local clinic, they are doing a
drive for the Salvation Army, Mum will kill me if she knows I gave away the
Gorilla and the huge Teddy...but hey Mum I am getting a bit too
old.....plus they are going to a better home.
Almost Xmas kids. Pack our presents and catch a flight to Sydney to spend
time with Mum, Sis and the family. A few of the Uncles and Auntys are sure
to go on about my eyebrow ring. Each year I give them something new to talk
about, hmm last year was it the Tattoo? Will have to get a penis
enlargement next year just to really freak 'em out (ok maybe not). Better
not wear my violet contact lenses. What would they do without me in their
life- it would be a quiet Xmas.
Anyway all of you guys have a good Xmas- thanks for all the cards and stuff.
The next year is going to be one full of extremes. Lets face it we enter 1999
with million dollar missiles crashing into Bagdad- just a handful of missiles
could cure some diseases or set up some amazing food programmes for
starving millions, but then again- the release of mass weapons of
destruction could kill
millions. Australia still has a Primeminister that looks like a member of
the Thunderbirds, and the damn GST is hovering over us like a vulture.
Still we'll all survive, we have before.
For me it's certainly been a year of suprises, running the gamut of
happiness to sadness. I think I'm somewhere in the middle now.
Have the best Christmas.
See you in '99
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