Friday, 20 February 2026

Friday Five: Eating and Drinking in Sydney


It was a few weeks ago, but it was memorable, so here are some more highlights of our weekend trip to Sydney, this time of the eating and drinking variety.

I love a rooftop bar, and since Cousin Rachael introduced us to Aperol Spritz in Ibizia, we now believe that it's not a holiday until you've had an Aperol Spritz. Arturo's is above the Woolly Bay Hotel and a fine place to sit with an antipasto platter and soak up the atmosphere of Woolloomooloo Bay. Later, we finished another day with a beer in the bar below which was buzzing and had large screens and comfy sofas. We also enjoyed a couple of glasses of wine with duck-fat hand-cut chips around the corner at The Tilbury Hotel, but I didn't take photos. 


2. Encasa
This is a handy stop just round the corner from the Capitol Theatre, where we were going to see a matinee - so we took in lunch and a show. It's a cheerful Spanish taverna which offers tapas, charcuterie and paella. Starting with cocktails while we chose our food, we enjoyed an Agua de Valencia and a Pisco Sour. We felt it was too warm for the rice dish and were concerned that we might nod off after consuming one, although they looked delicious and I'm tempted to return. We shared plates of chorizo a la plancha (grilled spanish sausage), patatas bravas (fired potatoes with spicy tomato and alioli) and croquetas de jamon Iberico (Iberian ham croquettes). The chorizo was a little greasy, the patatas a touch dry and overcooked, but the croquetas were deliciosas; crispy on the outside and gooey creamy goodness on the inside.


A well-known hang-out on the Sydney Pride route, we stopped here for a refreshment on our way back from the theatre before going out for the evening. It was fairly empty when we visited for our Aperol Spritzes in the Aperitivo Hour, but all the tables were booked for groups later on. The food looks great for sharing, the venue is ideal for feeling part of the party, and the vibe is full-on fun. For example, the Saturday Brunch (1-3pm) offers 'bottomless drinks and delicious food'. What's it called? Spritz or Swallow.


At the other end of the spectrum, we treated ourselves to some very fine dining by the water at Finger Wharf at Woolloomooloo Bay. OTTO received One Hat in the 2026 Good Food Guide and is, apparently, one of Sydney's most respected dining institutions. From the website, "The food at OTTO is delicious and unashamedly simple - modern Italian with roots firmly placed in the classics. Head Chef Richard Ptacnik's menu is fresh, seasonal and produce-driven; sourcing the finest ingredients and letting them speak for themselves." 


Naturally, we began with cocktails - Jasmine for me (Campari, Tanqueray gin, Cointreau, lemon, house syrup) - and then chose a bottle of wine to accompany our set menu, Mangia! The cocktails were perfectly dainty but I feel the wine list is a touch on the pretentious and exclusive side, listing all the sommeliers by name, although the Group Sommelier, Amanda Yallop was awarded Sommelier of the Year, so that might just be me. 


The food and the service are exceptional. We chose the three-course sharing menu and were not disappointed - pictures below. It is set in such a perfect location, and I would highly recommend, although maybe save the drinks until afterwards if you don't want to just simply empty your wallet into the bay.

Mortadella, salami, olives, house made grissini
Cannoli, prawn cocktail
Burrata, cherries, pistachio, balsamic, basil
Ricotta gnudi, burnt sage butter, pine nuts, raisins
Conchiglie, smoked Wagyu beef ragù, Parmigiano-Reggiano
Tiramisù
Having completed our morning's activity and with an hour or so before our bus returned to Canberra, we stumbled across this place for a glass of wine and a chicken wrap. It presents as a coffee shop by day and moonlights as a wine bar in the evening. With cute little tables outside surrounded by greenery and fairy lights, it is an absolute side-street oasis. The shop is home to an array of indoor plants and all their accessories (such as pots), which can be admired with a cocktail in hand and I'm sure this is a charming place for an after-work tipple in the neighbourhood.

Wednesday, 18 February 2026

One-Sided Passion in Multidimensional Play: The Deep Blue Sea


The Deep Blue Sea by Terence Rattigan
Nick Hern Books
Pp. 90 

F3; M8

 

The play begins as a young woman, Hester Collyer, has attempted to take her own life, although the gas went out because there wasn’t enough money in the meter. In this respect, it almost commences with an element of black comedy. Hester is discovered by the landlady, Mrs Elton, and the couple from upstairs, Anne and Philip Welch. Mr Miller also gets involved, a mysterious resident of the tenement who may or may not be a doctor. It transpires that Hester is in love with Freddie Page and has left her barrister husband, Sir William Collyer, to be with him, but Freddie doesn’t feel quite the same as she does and is, in fact, alarmed by her physical passion. “He walks forward and kisses her. Instantly she responds, with an intensity of emotion that is almost ugly. After a moment he pushes her away and smacks her playfully.”

 

Freddie was an RAF fighter pilot until an accident curtailed his career, and he has turned to drink, although he still maintains the lingo and bravado. “Funny things about gongs, when you think what a lottery they were. They don’t mean a damn thing in war – except as a line-shoot, but in peacetime they’re quite useful.” When Jackie reminds Freddie that he was “the tops… as a test pilot”, he replies, “I was – a year ago. Since then things have changed a bit. (He points to his glass.) This stuff isn’t exactly what the doctor ordered for nerve and judgment. Besides I’m too ruddy old. You’re finished in that racket at twenty-five. I wouldn’t last a week. I want something chairborne – not airborne. I’ve had flying for life.” His staccato speech is in sharp contrast to Hester’s stillness, and when he first enters, her simple responses which are made without her once turning to meet Freddie’s eye, creates a cruelly ironic effect distancing Freddie from the audience’s sympathy.

 

The play takes place in one room, over the course of one day, follows one narrative, and as noted by Dan Rebellato in the introduction, “almost no violent action occurs on stage. This unshowy preservation of the Aristotelian unities perhaps subtly encourages an audience to expect a tragic ending.” Instead, there is a final glimmer of hope, and many contemporary critics felt cheated. Miller thinks Hester may some talent in her painting which might become a little flame. “Not a great fire, which could have illumined the world – oh no – I’m not saying that. But the world is a dark enough place for even a little flicker to be welcome.” Rebellato champions the play: “The story of Hester Collyer, trapped in a relationship with a man incapable of returning her love, and her transition from attempted suicide to groping, uncertain self-determination is handled with extraordinary economy, precision and power. The depths of despair and desire that Rattigan plumbs have made The Deep Blue Sea one of his most popular and moving pieces.” Other reviewers feel it is a brutally bleak meditation on the cruel consequences of one skirmish between sexual desire and social repression.

 

Rattigan was known for putting character ahead of ideas, and for themes of sexual longing and humiliation. Hester knows that Freddie loves her as much as he ever did, which means that he doesn’t. He’s not a bad man, but she is passionate about him and that is not socially acceptable for women in this era. In this respect, the play in similar to Look Back in Anger to which it is often compared, usually unfavourably. When asked what he thought about Osborne’s Look Back in Anger, Rattigan replied that it should have been retitled, ‘Look how unlike Terence Rattigan I’m being.’ Hester is a tough character to play without being mawkish, maudlin or melodramatic. She could also be self-pitying and dull or hard and matter of fact. It’s a fine balance. Hester explains, “When you’re between any kind of devil and the deep blue sea, the deep blue sea sometimes looks very inviting.”


 

Freddie tells his mate, Jackie Jackson, “A clergyman’s daughter, living in Oxford, marries the first man who asks her and falls in love with the first man who gives her an eye. (After a slight pause.) Hell, it’s not that I’m not in love with her too, of course I am. Always have been and always will. But – well – moderation in all things – that’s always been my motto. (At the table.) Have another?” Another touch of black humour in that he is immoderate in drink, while glibly discussing his lover’s broken heart. Freddie thinks only of himself, while accusing others of being selfish. “Supposing she’d pulled it off last night, do you realise what everyone would have said? That I’d bust up a happy marriage, and then driven Hes to suicide. I’d have been looked on as a ruddy murderer. Did she think of that, I wonder? Who the hell would have believed what I’ve just told you?” He is the conventional one, while Hester risks being a social outcast through her honesty. When having a disagreement with her husband, she says, “There are polite words and impolite words. They all add up to the same emotion.”

 

Collyer tells Hester that he would happily take her back and that he is even more in love with her than he was “on our wedding day.” He tells her that Freddie is reprehensible, with which the audience agrees. “This man you say you love is morally and intellectually a mile your inferior and has absolutely nothing in common with you whatever; what you’re suffering from is no more than an ordinary and rather common infatuation; and it’s your plain and simple duty to exert every effort of will you’re capable of in order to return to sanity at once.” She despairs that her husband cannot understand how she feels. “In sober truth neither you nor I nor anyone else can explain what I feel for Freddie. It’s all far too big and confusing to be tied up in such a neat little parcel and labelled lust. Lust isn’t the whole of life – and Freddie is, you see, to me. The whole of life – and of death, too, it seems. Put a label on that, if you can.” She will not return to Collyer, as she tells him, “I’m simply a prized possession that has now become more prized for having been stolen.”

 

Michael Billington wrote of The Deep Blue Sea, that it is “as timelessly true as Phèdre in its portrait of the inequality of passion.” Dan Rebellato considers that “Rattigan has placed Hester between her father the clergyman, her husband the judge, and her lover, the ex-airman; Hester’s sexuality is policed by a repressive triad of church, law and the army.” Philip attempts to take charge of the situation by telling Hester, “Without trying to be preachy or anything, it is really the spiritual values that count in this life, isn’t it? I mean the physical side is really awfully unimportant – objectively thinking, don’t you think?” A lot of the humour is at Philip’s expense, and he is so uptight and pompous that he doesn’t notice. When he lectures Hester by recounting his own experience – “I went away for a fortnight all by myself – and of course I had hell, but gradually things sort of got clearer in my mind, and when I got back I was out of the wood.” – she replies, “I’m so glad. Where was it you went?” His answer, Lyme Regis, deflates him and his specious argument.

 

Meanwhile, Miller appears to be the only one who can relate, as he counsels Hester, “To see yourself as the world sees you may be very brave, but it can also be very foolish. Why should you accept the world’s view of you as a weak-willed neurotic – better dead than alive? What right have they to judge? To judge you they must have the capacity to feel as you feel. And who has? One in a thousand. You alone know how you have felt. And you alone know how unequal the battle has always been that your will has had to fight.” This is also a caution to the audience. Miller is amused that Ann should concern herself about Hester’s mental state, when she is physically unharmed. “You make that distinction? Her mind is perfectly sound. There is no trace whatever of any psychotic symptoms which might justify a certificate of insanity.” When Ann asks what made her try to kill herself, Miller answers “(after a slight pause) She wanted to die, I suppose.” Again, this hints at black comedy, although he suspects she “probably will try again, and try again very soon.”


There has been considerable criticism levelled at Rattigan (as there is to E.M. Forster in The Inheritance) that he wasn’t open enough about his sexuality – it was illegal to be homosexual – and that he writes coded characters, such as Mr Miller. Many people at the time (and me) thought that the reason Miller couldn’t practice as a doctor was because he had performed an abortion (also illegal), but modern interpretation believes it is because he was discovered to be gay. Attempted suicide was also illegal in the 1950s. Miller insists he is not a doctor although he has all the credentials, and he mocks Collyer with his understanding of patient confidentiality. “Yes, I’ve heard of it. It’s much the same as the English schoolboy’s code, isn’t it? No sneaking.”


 

Rattigan had a relationship with a man who tried to end his life through gassing himself and failed – but this doesn’t mean that he has made Hester a male stand-in and written in code about homosexuality. It is a lot deeper and more complex than that, as Rebellato explains, “Homosexuality, then, was explored and experienced through a series of semi-hidden, semi-open codes of behaviour; the image of the iceberg, with the greater part of its bulk submerged beneath the surface, was frequently employed. And this image is, of course, one of the metaphors often used to describe Rattigan’s own playwriting.” He is criticised for smuggling furtively homosexual themes into his plays and for lacking the courage to confess to his sexuality both in his plays and his writing – the devil and the deep blue sea, indeed.

 

The fear and repression in palpable. In his obituary of Rattigan, Michael Billington wrote, “His whole work is a sustained assault on English middle class values; fear of emotional commitment, terror in the face of passion, apprehension about sex.” Rebellato argues, “There are traces of gay experience running through The Deep Blue Sea. The set itself strongly captures the continual fear of exposure felt by so many homosexual men and women. The room with a communal stairwell right outside the door is positioned to encourage a constant awareness of surveillance, with characters perusing each other’s letters, exchanging gossip, and overhearing one another’s conversations.”

 

The letter Hester writes to Freddie is passed around and becomes a plot device, typical of the ‘well-made play’. Rebellato feels, “There is a fluidity and subtlety in the way that Rattigan has the suicide note pass from the mantlepiece to the Welches, then into the pocket of Hester’s dressing gown, and finally into the hands of Freddie. Rattigan expertly misdirects us, so that we have forgotten about the letter, until Freddie’s desire for a cigarette leads him to stumble across it... The same confidence and theatrical economy marks Rattigan’s use of the shilling which Freddie cruelly offers Hester, ‘Just in case I’m late for dinner’, and which lies on the table until Hester picks it up in preparation for her second suicide attempt. Through these devices… Rattigan not only creates a satisfyingly taut theatrical unity, but reminds us of the dangerous atmosphere in which these characters live, in which everything is charged with meaning, and where objects and actions are constantly scrutinised, judged and battled over.” If we can stop comparing this to Osborne (as if they were both trying to write the same play) and appreciate it for its own merit, we must conclude that this is a very fine play indeed.


Friday, 13 February 2026

Friday Five: Olympic Parade of Nations

One of the biggest talking points of any Olympic Opening Ceremony is the parade of nations, more particularly, the outfits they are wearing. So I have taken it upon myself (fashionista that I am), to give you the lowdown on the haute couture (in roughly alphabetical order and with the chosen highlights in bold and italics).


Andorra has a huge team considering the size of the country, but then they are in the middle of the mountains.

Saudi Arabia/ Arabia Saudita have half a dozen skiers (both downhill and X-country) so they are all in Predazzo and Livigno, leaving the oven-ready baked potato name-bearer to enter the San Siro solo.


Australia is, according to the commentary, "the most successful warm climate country in Winter Olympics history". The green and gold always stands out, and gets confused with South Africa.


Austria enter the Cortina catwalk in nice knitted beanies, not just carrying the flag but carring the flag-bearer too. 


Belgium look like cheery cheeses (Babybels perhaps) in bright yellow snowsuits. 


Brazil are kitted out in very odd three-quater-length purple puffer outfits with rainhats featuring a green underside. I think they look like Lewis Carroll's caterpillar after a few too many tokes on the hookah, waiting to break out into butterflies. They do break out into a samba at Cortina (complete with back-flip), but it's all a bit peculiar. I read that this is in fact "a reinterpretation of the brand's (Moncler) signature Karakorum down parka, which was originally created for Italian mountaineers Achille Compagnoni and Lino Lacedelli during their 1957 ascent of K2. The flag bearers are in structured white capes with a long-flowing silhouette with a hood, adapted from expedition gear intended for protection in snowy conditions. The colours together combine to create the flag", which is also revealed on the inner lining. Curiouser and curiouser.


The Canadians look like Lululemon Christmas puddings with an embroidered oversize maple leaf on their one-of-many-layered jackets. They also sport idiot mittens and converted baggy baseball caps. The commentators tell us they are one of the largest and most gender-balanced (actually with more women than men representing their country) at these games. Again, I learn from reading, that these outfits feature, "a convertible quilted wrap vest as the 'statement item' [I think the statement might be 'send help'], as it can be worn as a vest, scarf or packed up as a pillow (also, the maple leaf is massive when unfurled). For extra frigid temperatures they've also been equipped with an optional nylon taffeta insulated 'shacket', emblazoned with a print inspired by Canada's nature trails."


Czechia get a lot of flack for their Mondrian-styled knitted jumpers in red, white, black and yellow. They are in fact inspired by graphic designer, Vojtech Preissig (1873-1944), whose work has apparently influenced the entire Czech creative scene. The athletes also wear knee-length shorts and socks, and I don't care what anyone says; I like this modish look.

Cyprus have one athlete who is competing in the alpine skiing. In broader terms they have only won one medal at any Olympic Games, and that was in sailing. One suspects they have more sea than snow to play with.


Colombia have great jackets and scarves accessorised with a wide-brimmed gaucho-style hat.

Croatia's all-red outfits are snazzy.

Denmark has the oldest continually used national flag in the world. While this is an interesting fact in itself, it probably tells you a lot about the impact of the uniforms.

Eritrea mean (snow) business in practical green jackets and funky multi-coloured scarves.


Germany are inexplicably kitted out in ponchos and bucket hats that look more music festival than Milano, and one suspects the designer might have been on one of those 'field trips'. 


Call me biased but I love Great Britain's outfits designed by Ben Sherman. Sylish and modern with a strong colour palette, they project an image of collective sincerity and confidence. The zip-up jumpers will be highly sought-after and the hand-knitted hats and scarves by Tom Daley for flagbearers Brad Hall and Lila Fear are pure class.


In their Winter Olympics debut (two skiers), Haiti dress to impress in hand-painted jackets showcasing striking images by designer Stella Jean. The design incorporates a riderless red horse set against a tropical blue bckground, inspired by artist Edouard Duval-Carrie. It seems the original design featured a portrait of Toussaint Louverture, but was modified to remove the image to comply with IOC rules against political symbolism. I mean, it simply wouldn't do to champion an abolitionist on a world stage!

Iran are kitted out in red, white and green snowboarding attire with a geometric design.


Ireland might as well be going to the pub on a gloomy Sunday in their cream knitted jumpers and (tea) cosy-looking woolly hats with shamrock emblem. Don't get me wrong, I love it, but I'm just not sure it screams Olympics.

Kyrgistan (both of them) are also sporting special headgear - I learn that this is the traditional ak-kalpak. 

In the latest of commentator quips we are told that Lichtenstein is such a friendly nation that during the Austro-Prussian War in 1866, they sent 80 soldiers to war and returned with 81, having befriended an Austrian officer who joined them on the return journey. This marked their last military action before disbanding the army in 1868. Clearly they are lovers (and bobsleighers), not fighters.

Lithuania in matching knitted scarves and bobble hats look like an incomplete Rubik's cube.

Madagascar's team features the first African woman to compete at three Winter Games.

Malta is one of only four countries to be represented by women only (there is only one 'team' member and she is a cross-country skier).

Mexico have smart parkas showcasing ethnic motifs.

Moldova are very primary with their blue jackets, yellow scarves and red hats.

Monaco also only have one athlete at the games. He is an alpine skier and he looks like a saggy baggy astronaut.


Mongolia may be the least populated country in the world, but they are certainly staking a claim to be one of the most stylish in super-smart dress tunics and statement headgear. In team kit inspired by the Great Mongol Empire of the 13th-15th century, their official Instagram account explains, "Using Mongolian cashmere - long relied upon by our nomadic people to endure harsh winters - we have created ceremonial deels [kaftan-like garments] that honor traditional history and culture, alongside premium cashmere knit casual ensembles inspired by alpine ski sweaters rooted in Western mountain culture, enriched with motifs of the Mongolian ger [yurt] and nomadic life. Through these designs, we proudly present to the global sporting stage the resilience, wisdom, and warrior spirit forged over thousands of years by Mongolians who have endured the eternal winters of the Central Asian highlands. What we carried through winter, we carry to the world."

Just to balance the scales a little, I have absolutely nothing to say about Montenegro.

New Zealand's outfits are boring black but saved by the dramatic kākahu "(a traditionally-woven Māori cloak, known as Te Māhutonga representing mana, leadership and national unity, first worn in 2004 and passed between flagbearers to connect them with past, present and futre Olympians)".


Remember Pacers? Well, you know what Nigeria look like then.


Norway are the most successful Winter Olympic nation, and they are also doing well in the knitwear competition.
Out of 147 medals available in speed skating, The Netherlands have won 133 of them. You'd have thought people might see them coming.

Poland arrive with one woman doing an ice-dancing lift above her partner's shoulders. It just feels a bit like showing off.


Puerto Rico's flagbearer looks super-stylish in a winter skirt and bright top and their hairstyle is pretty cool too.

Serbia's flagbearers appear to be fighting over waving duties.


Slovakia have a funky design on the puffer jacket and beanies.

Slovenia look like they might be standing on the sidelines at kids' sporting matches and freezing their butts off, but they have got bright green mittens. Although there is no green in their flag, the reasoning for this is because it symbolizes "the country's lush forested landscape".

Spain are rocking their red snowsuits and bobble hats, asking, why be stylish when you can be fun?

Chinese Taipei have great boots.

Uzbekistan appear to have left some brand new jeans in with the whites.


Team USA have duffle jackets and knitted jumpers with their flag incorporated into them, belted baggy trousers and solid tramping boots. Their outfits are designed by Ralph Lauren and they look pretty fly. They are third last becasue they will host the 2034 Winter Olympics.


France will host the 2030 Olympics, so they are the penultimate team on the catwalk, wearing all white with blue and red accented highlights.


And Italy bring up the rear, as it were, as the current hosts. Designed by Giorgio Armani, are fairly military-looking with understated grey trousers and jackets with red, white and green trim with matching bobble hats. The music changes for them as DJ Mace shifts the tunes to some banging rave opera Rossini samples. And that's your lot.