Hey. I had an 'up close & personal' with old Gough one time. It was at the opening of the Arthur Streeton Art show at the Qld Gallery. I bailed him & Dean Wells up & waxed lyrical for a few minutes. It was a tough gig. Alright for Dingo Dryden as he just wandered around playing his guitar & singing....non intrusive like. But poor me!! I had to barge in on little clusters of the hoighty-toity & interrupt their chat with my rollicking verse. A tad daunting...(& rather rude I thought, but what's a girl to do?)
Gough suffered me for a minute or two. Mr Wells seemed more intrigued. From memory I think I was reciting some pollie bashing poem....oh dear. He's a very BIG bloke....almost as big as his missus! (My brother used to say she could kick start a Jumbo Jet....oh dear.)
Goodo then...
