Brewery admonished for turning water into beer

I can’t think of a more noble activity, but those hounds at the Hun have come over all sanctimonious about the amount of water the throbbing heart of this suburb uses in the alchemic conversion of water into the 1,500,000,000 litres of working man’s pleasure produced by the Abbotsford brewery per annum. Another article in the Melbourne Leader shows just what lengths the
hopmeisters have gone to in order to turn less of the Yarra into more of the bubbly good stuff, halving their water use in 10 years in fact. The two articles yield up a few tidbits worthy of sharing: Continue reading “Brewery admonished for turning water into beer”

Dickins, Dylan Thomas, beer, chips and fags

At the last minute I remembered it was the night to go hear Barry Dickins at the Collingwood Library. It was all very librarianish: the Arnott’s biscuits, the tea, the coffee. A couple of casks of wine would have been far more appropriate, and maybe the party would not have dissolved so quickly had the red wine not been absent. But to listen to Dickins was a great pleasure. He sat behind a table and chatted to 60 people without hubris, but without any affectation either. Many rhetorical questions were asked. Audience members answered them to themselves under their breath, or sotto voce. He is a man with an obvious affinity for the criminal, a fascination with low life, drawn to the world of the prison, a man who has been laid into by police. He dressed scruffy, but poem crept into his speech from time to time: he sketched an old taxi driver bearing a straw hat and popped “held together with helium and string” in there. The cabbie professed to be the gentleman who drove the cab which conveyed the mortally wounded Squizzy Taylor to St Vincent’s. Continue reading “Dickins, Dylan Thomas, beer, chips and fags”

This is the old Yorkshire Brewery in Collingwood

The Sketchbook has told me something I really wanted to know: what this beautiful and seemingly taken-for-granted building with its French-inspired roof was: the Yorkshire Brewery, cleverly captured in this image by Ronny Restrepo. According to Walking Melbourne, it was designed by James Wood son of Yorkeshireman Thomas Wood who founded it, and built in 1880, and was for 10 years Australia’s tallest building. Today, it’s in a state of disrepair (for a photo of it in 1974, see here). Brian McKinlay wrote: Continue reading “This is the old Yorkshire Brewery in Collingwood”