January 4, 2009

The bartender at the Prince of Wales looks like Ray Davies wrote “Lola” for her: She has clearly not always used the Ladies. At six-feet tall and with bleached-blond hair, she cuts a striking figure, and in a voice that is indeed a deep dark brown she tells me they are all out of Coopers Red.

April 14, 2010

Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn! Soaking wet, freezing cold, I trudge wearily back to the clubhouse, five clubs in hand, no balls remaining. Utterly defeated.

April 14, 2013

Stairwell of the old Polydor building, circa 1984. I’m accosted by a rather imposing Paul Weller. “Hey Lloyd! What’s all this about you slagging off my song? “Well, I thought it was crap. “‘Forest Fire’ ain’t changing nothing, is it?”

November 1, 2014

Ordinarily, I end my Australian tours in Melbourne, stay on a week or so and play golf in the best golfing city in the world. Last November, though, as I was beginning to put this year’s schedule together, The Hawke Institute at the University of South Australia contacted me and asked if I might consider becoming a visiting fellow, to talk rather than sing, to walk across the greens of Adelaide and perhaps sample a local red or two along the way.

October 29, 2015

Notes and references for Oct 30th seminar at Worcester State.