Met a lot of people working in the music industry in Australia, Jon was one of the good guys. Sang great, worked hard, and could do anything he put his mind to. He knew how to have a good time as well. He'll be sadly missed but he won't be forgotten.
Remember Coles Cafeterias? Long before the fast food chains arrived in Australia, the main emporiums and department stores catered for their customers with a cafeteria style dining room, offering the ‘fast food’ of the day. You could have a pie with chips and sauce on a plate, eaten with a knife and fork. To a young child Coles Cafeteria was a wondrous place. It always seemed so large, so many tables and so crowded. There was a plastic tray which you pushed along the shelf and in front of you the 'bain marie' full of steaming hot food, served by the matronly ladies in their white Coles coats, always offering a large dollop of gravy, I loved my banana splits or mixed sundaes but I always felt more grown up if I selected the trifle because I knew it had a little bit of sherry in it. Do you remember eating at a Coles Cafeteria as a child? Photo from Pinterest
Having a cracking time in Perth. Met a champion in the audience last night named Chris, who is a flight attendant. And it reminded me how every fucking flight safety demonstration and captain's announcement goes like this...
Everybody keeps asking me where are the kids while I'm on tour.
I find it kind of odd. Most conversations go back to "where are your kids?" And "who's looking after your kids?"
The well intentioned question actually insults men as much as it insults Queens.
My husband has worked away often, called me from the local pub in a country town as him and the boys were having dinner after work.
I asked him, "did anyone ever ask you who was looking after our kids?" He said no.
So I asked the FIFO workers that I know, some of whom work away for up to 5 weeks at a time if their co-workers ask them everyday "who's looking after your kids?" They all said no.
And then I asked my friends husband, a high rolling corporate who wears a flash suit and doesn't get home until after 8 most nights, if anyone has ever asked him "who's picks your kids up from school every day?" He laughed and replied, "no."
I have felt guilt and gratefulness this last week. Guilt for enjoying finally putting my career first and grateful that my husband has put his career on hold so that I can do so. But I don't remember Him ever feeling grateful that I was allowing him to put his career first for the last 8 years...
It was yet again me who was expected to be grateful, that he was putting food on the table.
So for anyone wondering where the kids are? Half of them are with me and half of them are with their dad, we join forces on Friday but I'm not fucking taking them all on my tour on my own simply because I'm a women, I'm just not.
Bill gets it now, it's been a long learning curve for both of us, yet he has now reached a point where he wanted to take them all. But the older ones wanted to come with me and I wanted to be with them.
I have a lot of things to be grateful for, but a man looking after our kids while I work is not one of them. 👊🏼💘👑
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"I sat in Tim Horton’s with my daughter’s as I do often. Two ladies sitting near us started to stare and whisper. This is a pretty frequent occurrence for us you see; because my daughter Sophia was born with Down Syndrome. I sat there and watched these two women crane their necks to get a better look at her; completely oblivious to the fact that I was staring right back. Today it bothered me. It really bothered me. Just then, a couple approached me, and I thought, “Oh great! More people who want to take a closer look!” The man greeted Sophia with a high five and a handshake, and Sophia smiled and waved back. He looked at me with tears in his eyes and said, “I have a story I would really like to share with you. But I am afraid I wont get through it without choking up.” I gently encouraged him to share, because now I was curious. This interaction was not what I was expecting. He told me that he had watched the news last night. There was an interview of a mother who had recently given birth to a child with a major disability. She was on the news defending her decision to keep her baby. She was defending her choice NOT to terminate despite her doctors encouraging her to do so. He said, “The point is, you never know a persons impact on the world. You can never know what a person is able to do unless you give them a chance.” He looked at me just before he turned to walk away and said, “You are a beautiful person. Your daughter is beautiful. Congratulations!” I immediately started to cry. There I sat in the middle of a coffee shop crying into a paper napkin. That man was the first complete stranger to ever congratulate me on the birth of my daughter Sophia. He was the first complete stranger to recognize her WORTH. Her VALUE. Her BEAUTY. In a world where my daughter’s life is whispered about, where she is stared at, this man saw her IMPORTANCE." (Credit: Facebook/Slice of Life) #9Today