After a frustrating delay due to technical issues, the podcasting wrinkles have been ironed out smooth as Hilton’s blue business shirt. So, on with the Hilton interviews.
Hilton, you’ll recall, is one of the legions of mining company employees who have struck serious paydirt in the boom city of Perth, Western Australia.
For those who have just tuned in, in the initial podcast of this 4-part series (see previous post), we learnt that Hilton is a mining company executive in his thirties living his dream as Manager of Documents. Not for him the sweat and grime of the open-cut mines of the far North – Hilton’s office is in a high rise block in St George’s Terrace. Commuting between there and his fine seafront home in the nouveau opulent Perth suburb of Iluka, Hilton enjoys a lux lifestyle with his wife and 2 kids. Wine cellar, Yallingup holiday house, top of the wozza 4WD with a chrome bullbar to die for (and indeed, that’s your guaranteed fate if you’re in a car hit side on by this baby) – Hilton has it all. Continue reading Podcast From The Womb of the Boom – A Perth Boomer Tells His Story (Part 2: Lifestyle)→
Had dinner with friends a few nights back, and during the extended wine soak that followed conversation got on to one of my TV unmissables, Ramsay’s Kitchen Nightmares. For the uninitiated, each episode of RKN features foul-mouthed and tempered UK celebrity chef Gordon Ramsay troubleshooting a struggling restaurant and seeking to turn business around inside a week.
Recalling some of Ramsay’s spectacular irascible moments – eg: throwing Joan Collins and her food critic companion out of his restaurant; bellowing something along the lines of “fuck me, who the fuck do you think you are, you arrogant French PIG” into the livid face of a blinking continental chef resisting advice – we chuckled heartily (veritable beacons of humanity that we be). But then from across the table came a comment that sliced apart the bonhomie of the night like a Gustav Emil Ern carving knife: