Ideas, notes, and various jottings
Late one night about four years ago, while searching online for information about the old White Bay Power Station at Balmain, I chanced across a piece of creative writing by a man in his early 30s. It described how he and a girlfriend broke into the abandoned power station, explored its bowels, and were almost caught by security guards.
My wife Rocio recently had some photos printed, including the one below of herself and our 18-month-old daughter Grace.
Of course I know that I’m a very lucky man, but this photo really brought home just how lucky I am.
I wrote this short piece in 2002. I thought of it recently, and found it on the backup of the computer I had at the time.
No one told me Paul Lyneham died. I only found out after his widow wrote a book about her life with him - about two years after his death. I heard her interviewed on the radio.
I asked my work colleagues whether they had heard that Paul Lyneham died.