John Pollak did Arts and Law at Sydney uni. He practiced Law for a short while and went into business. He made too much money for his own good and today is not so much retired as having little to do. He plays tennis and carries the bags for his wife when she goes overseas. When prompted and badgered he does the occasional review.
He goes to Ethiopia every now and then and where, with Professor McGuigan of the Royal College of Surgeons in Ireland, he is bringing the Sodis Program for safer water to the Tigray region.
When seen in public he is often hunched over a cup of coffee and a foccacio whilst immersed in a diabolical suduko. Or he is driving his wife to bridge.
On a sunny autumn afternoon we found ourselves in an elegant terrace on Boyce road Glebe. We came for a recital by a duo of Cello and Violin ..in a Salon.
Concerts via the forum of a salon make listening
This movie opened the 11th Persian Film Festival In Sydney’s entertainment quarter at Moore Park last night. A small section of Sydney’s glitterati including Hugo Weaving were there ,soaking up the excitement and the canapes and champagne. The movie title …
It was an explosion of light song and colour at Sydney’s Capitol theatre at the beginning of this Musical, and suddenly we were in the 1950’s in the world of Drive Ins ,Burger Joints, Fast Cars, High School love…and men
At the end of this performance many concert goers took away with them a deep sense of calm and tranquility and even spirituality. To start we heard Tarimini Nulay- Long Time Living Here – Acknowledgement To Country – from the …
This is a heroic tale on a Wagnerian scale. Legendary Danish King Valdemar disturbs the natural order when he falls in love with a young maiden Tove . Erotically obsessed with each other the king takes her his seaside …
We all know about this popular Sydney drive time radio host. Ever good natured. Ever polite.Ever even handed. We love his larrikin humour. Invariably he is happy. So when you read this book you hear his voice and he comes
Nestled beneath the mighty sails of the Sydney Opera House there is a small auditorium which ,through concrete pillars and glass, peeps out over the bay to Mrs Macquarie’s Chair and the Botanical Gardens. The ceiling of concrete, the wooden
