Out and about on the Sunday arvo of Bingham Cup weekend and
the atmosphere was great. Went to the beer garden for some shandies, people
watching and cool tunes – the place was shoulder to shoulder and going off.
When it came my turn to shout I dug deep for the journey to
the bar and back, grabbed one of the guys to help carry and started to ease my
way through the throng. Manoeuvring around the different groups as we went with
nods and smiles and a greeting here and there.
As we passed by a large group of guys I made eye contact with a chap who
just beamed back at me although I didn’t think I knew him.
“Excuse me, I’m Alex and I’m sure you won’t remember me but
in 1992 when I was ‘coming out’ you were so sweet to me and made me feel
welcome, I’ve never forgotten it”.
So turns out Alex as a young 20 year old had arrived in
Sydney to become himself and the first place he found on his journey was Friday
nights at the Flinders Hotel.