Monthly Archives: January 2010

Return to Eden: when Australian tv was at it’s cheesiest…and best.

return to edenI have been enjoying some real television nostalgia over the past few nights – Return to Eden. The last time I saw this show I had just had my first baby, 24 years ago, and it is funny how it has made me relive what was a unique time in my life. There they all are in the photo – Peta Toppano, Daniel Abineri, Rebecca Gilling and James Smilie, our own version of Dynasty and pure, unadulterated cheese at it’s best. I aways thought Peta Toppano had a face that deserved to be in Hollywood films – I never met her but my dad knew her parents, Enzo and Peggy Toppano, very well and anyone who lived in Manly in the 70′s would remember they ran a theatre-restaurant called ‘The Music Loft’.

This tv series showed that Australia could do ‘glossy’ as well as the Americans and for the time it was a landmark in Australian television, these days though it is more valuable as nostalgia because when you look at the clothes, the set designs and the exterior shots of Sydney you realise you are looking down a microscope at a very different time in not only Sydney’s life but our own lives as well.

The fashion is pure 80′s; big hair – Peter Cousin’s mullet is particularly notable – lots of makeup, multi-coloured eye shadow, shoulder pads. The set designs; this is where you really notice how our lives have changed. Nobody carries a mobile phone because there were none in 1985/6, no laptops on the desks in the plush office suites, push-button intercom phones, no screens anywhere. The exterior shots of Sydney; how the face of the city has changed – no Park Hyatt hotel at The Rocks just the old terminal buildings on the waterfront, no ANA Hotel and The Regent being used as THE hotel of the time, those old office buildings at the Opera House site where there are now shops, cafes and a promenade. The Ferries are still there of course and I wonder if I am on one of those that are filmed in long shot…am I in one of those cars driving over The Bridge…?

I do know that somewhere out there, over the shoulders of those actors, is a Sydney I knew and loved and one that is very different to the Sydney of today, even though this is only 24 years ago. Somewhere, during those scenes, is a young woman who is discovering the joys of new motherhood for the very first time, whose beloved Dad is still alive, who is wondering what life will be like for her baby boy in the year 2000 but is not too bothered as it is so far away in the future…who has so many new things lying in wait for her over the following years that she could never have dreamed about. If only I could let her know that everything turns out alright…

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The Iraq Inquiry: Tony Blair and Saddam Hussein

Is this about the war in Iraq or just Tony Blair and George W Bush’s obsession with Saddam Hussein? Tony Blair is appearing before the Iraq Inquiry to justify why he sent British servicemen and women to fight a war that they did not need to be involved in. That they are doing a brilliant job under the circumstances is without doubt – but how much further forward are we given that the Americans claim British troops will be required in Afghanistan for another fifteen years.

Saddam Hussein is dead and gone and what’s more he is not dead and gone because he flew a plane into the World Trade Centre Towers…he had nothing to do with that. Saddam was sitting there as the despot leader of an oil-rich nation, a thorn-in-the-side of the son of George Bush Snr who was determined to take up where his daddy lost out back in 1991. So Blair and Bush, hand in hand, took the world off to war on the trail of those Weapons of Mass Destruction…that have failed to materialise. Where are they – where WERE they???

In the meantime Britain has become the hotspot, after Pakistan, for breeding Islamic extremists who pose a far greater immediate risk to our society than old Saddam ever did – while our troops are over there, the real enemy is living next door to you right here. Hijackers and terrorists still pose a threat to innocent and unsuspecting travellers…but Saddam is dead, thousands of innocent civilians and servicemen and women are dead, then Tony Blair got the hell out of it. Now he has to answer for it.

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Why I cannot feel any sympathy at all for parents like Fiona Donnison

Fiona Donnison is, this morning, recovering in hospital under police guard while her two beautiful young children are lying on slabs in the mortuary. I know already – that sounds like a dreadfully cold and distasteful introduction to an article but what at all is a nice or sympathetic approach to a story about a mother who murdered her children and then took them in the car boot to a local police station with their bodies in sports bags …?

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Already the details of an all-too familiar story are being reported; difficulties in the marriage, separation, house up for sale, custody issues…and finally the tragic result of young children paying the ultimate price for the problems of the adults in their lives. These irresponsible, cowardly, reprehensible adults who mess up their own lives and then respond by making everyone else around them bear the consequences, very often it is their own children who now suffer when Mum and Dad stuff up. The neighbours are suitably shocked, said one such Mr Ian Paseka from the same street – “this is an upper-middle class suburb, we don’t even have burglaries here!”…welcome to the real world Mr Paseka, let’s hope this inconsiderate woman’s actions do not devalue your plush two-storey homes…

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Fiona Donnison walked into the police station and told police that she had killed her children, Harry 3 and Elise 2 (above). She was in an extremely spaced out state with self-inflicted injuries to her wrists and arms – but whether she is finally assessed as mentally ill, depressed, suicidal or whatever, she is right now in a far better condition than her beautiful, innocent babies are. She is alive and whatever problems she and her husband had she can now reflect on them and maybe get even get better – but at the end of it all lies the fact that she failed to get help when she obviously needed it and her poor little children, like so many others in recent times, have paid the ultimate price. She still has her life – her children have been viciously robbed of theirs.

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