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Union Street 21 Union Street 21 is an art collective formed by Ivan Atkinson and David Foster in 2017, with the goal

A reminder for my Melbourne friends that Cuddle - boyband — featuring my son, Jon, plus Sam, Dave and Christian — will b...
11/10/2024

A reminder for my Melbourne friends that Cuddle - boyband — featuring my son, Jon, plus Sam, Dave and Christian — will be playing tonight at the Bergy Bandroom — from 8:30 pm. Get along if you know what's good for you.

For my Melbourne friends, just a heads up that Cuddle - boyband (featuring my son Jon - and Sam, Dave, and Christian) wi...
07/10/2024

For my Melbourne friends, just a heads up that Cuddle - boyband (featuring my son Jon - and Sam, Dave, and Christian) will be supporting Tina Growls at the Bergy Bandroom this Friday. Doors open at 8:00pm... and Cuddle hit the stage around 8:30 pm. It'd be good to see some friendly faces in the crowd.

As many of you know, I recently moved into the Old Pentridge Prison complex in Coburg—behind the old bluestone walls. I’...
09/06/2024

As many of you know, I recently moved into the Old Pentridge Prison complex in Coburg—behind the old bluestone walls. I’m sure there’s a metaphor there somewhere! And I’ve been researching the history of the area beyond the prison. I came across the article below which appeared in THE AGE newspaper 98 years ago. But first a little explanation. It appears a ‘push’ was the slang term for a gang of young men. And the ‘Boundary Hotel’ mentioned in the article, is now ‘The First and Last Hotel,’ located on 1141 Sydney Rd, Coburg North VIC 3058. Here’s the article from 2 January 1926:

PUSH WAR AT COBURG.
BOUNDARY HOTEL RAIDED
DISGRACEFUL OUTRAGE
Batons and Iron Bars Used.
Ten Men Seriously Injured.

A disgraceful attack associated with a ‘push' vendetta was made shortly before 6 p.m. yesterday at the Boundary Hotel, Sydney-road, North Coburg. Two taxi cabs crammed with men armed with bludgeons and iron bars, pulled up outside the hotel. Leaving two of their number to guard the taxi drivers a dozen men swarmed into the hotel, tore the telephone from the wall to prevent the police being summoned and proceeded to beat every human being they encountered into insensibility with solid red gum battens and short iron bars.

The hotel is on the boundary between Coburg and Campbellfield, and is kept by Mrs. White. It is frequented by a formidable band of young men known to the Coburg police as the Fawkner push, and the district surrounding the hotel is known to the police as ‘Mexico.’

Police inquiries so far indicate that at 5.40 p.m. the Yellow Cab Co. received a telephone call from Collingwood for two taxi cabs to go to Fawkner. The cabs were supplied, and picked up fourteen men at the street corner indicated. The cars proceeded direct to the Boundary Hotel.

Several respectable local residents were in the hotel having a quiet drink when the Collingwood invasion arrived. The first man to enter tore down the telephone.

Mr. Martin White, husband of the licensee, at once protested. “Here, what's your game?” he asked. The reply was a blow from a red gum bludgeon, which effectively disposed of his objection. The whole hotel was then raided, and wherever a head was found a baton or an iron bar was used. In five minutes the hotel was like a shambles. Men were lying on the floor unconscious, with blood pouring from deep scalp wounds, or doubling up in agony from a cowardly application of the ‘boot.’ In ton minutes the miniature war was over, and the 'push,' leaving a dozen of their victims lying on the blood-stained floor, rushed back to their taxi cabs and fled.

Mrs. White, the only uninjured person left in the hotel, hurried to the post office and telephoned the Coburg police and Russell-street. Sergeant McGuiness, of Coburg, with Constables Prott and McGifford, jumped into a motorcar, and raced to the hotel. The police patrol car, carrying Senior Constables Roche and Quin, plainclothes Constables Saker and Alexander, and Constable Peach hurried at full speed to the scene. The cowardly assailants, however, had made good use of their fifteen minutes start, and, turning off Sydney-road at Bell-street, had disappeared in the direction of Preston.

Two motor ambulances from the Civil Ambulance Service were lurried to the wrecked hotel, and work of sorting out and removing the injured was begun. Dr. Rennick, of Coburg, was summoned and several of the men, whose condition was serious, were removed to a Coburg private hospital. Others were patched up sufficiently to be removed their homes, and two were taken to Melbourne Hospital.

SERIOUSLY INJURED
PERCY JORY, 7 Lawrence-avenue, Fawkner
Severe scalp wounds and fractured skull.
ALFRED FINNISTER, Boundary-road, Merlynston
Lacerated head and concussion.
DOUGLAS McCARTER, Lorne-street, Fawkner
Cut eye and cheek, internal Injuries.
JAMES JACK, 21 Orvetio-street, Merlynston
Scalp wounds and concussion.
ROBERT PINCHBECK, Rosebery-avenue, Preston
Scalp wounds, bruised shoulder.
MICHAEL PARKER, Hollyrood-street, Coburg
Lacerated scalp.
JOSEPH POPE, Broughton-street, North Melbourne
Scalp wounds.
HENRY JOHN HERRON, Orvetio-street, Merlynston
Scalp wounds.
THOMAS HUGHES, Galeka-street, Coburg
Cut head and injured shoulder.
JOHN HAYES, Orvetio-street, Merlynston
Severe scalp wound and internal injuries.

Four or five other men, less seriously injured, were, after receiving first-aid treatment, able to go home, and their names could not be obtained. Mr. White, who was the victim of the first blow struck, escaped serious injury, though he was badly shaken.
The Coburg police believe that the raid was a reprisal for treatment meted out to a member of the “Wanderers” put by the Fawkner push recently. In all the circumstances, it is perhaps unfortunate that there were no members of the ‘push’ at the hotel when the distributors of mob vengeance arrived.

Most of the men injured are between 25 and 30 years of age, and Sergeant McGuinness of Coburg describes them as decent, hard-working, men and unlikely to have done anything to provoke such a murderous attack.

The Coburg police have anticipated trouble in this locality during the holidays, and Constable Prott, and the sergeant and plain-clothes Constable Dorman, patrolled the vicinity all night on Thursday. The patrol was continued by Constable Prott all day yesterday and he left the neighbourhood of the Boundary Hotel ten minutes before the two car loads of ruffians arrived.

Investigation by practically the full strength of the Russell-street plain-clothes police in the patrol cars later established, on the return journey, one of the yellow cabs had broken down near the tramway sheds in Nicholson-street. The men all decamped, hurrying off in the direction of Fitzroy. This cab was located by the police and brought to Russell-street. In a statement to plain-clothes Constable Saker, the driver said the reason he did not leave the hotel and give the alarm was that a man was left to guard him, and his fare had not been paid.

One of the red-gum bludgeons used by the attackers was found outside the hotel by Constable Dorman. It was about the same length as a regulation police baton, had a piece of string tied at one end as a wrist strap, and was of red gum 3 inches in diameter. An extensive blood stain bore evidence to the part it had played in the disgraceful affray.

The Boundary Hotel can be seen in the background of this clip, which I believe is from Alvin Rides Again (1974), where Alvin is in a car chase, a hearse hot on his tale.

First & Last Hotel Fawkner 1974.

18/05/2024

Between 2012 and 2017 I juggled a full time job at a printing company and an unspectacular career as a writer of lurid adventure fiction. I was writing about 100,000 words a year. Many authors write a hell of a lot more than that, but to me it was an achievement to be proud of, and those who read my work seemed to enjoy it. But in 2017 I was diagnosed with cancer and it kicked my arse. After surgery and months of chemotherapy my word count plummeted. My brain was fogged and I had trouble putting pen to paper. I was on the verge of chucking in the whole writing caper. What good is a writer who can’t write?

My life-line was my old friend Ivan Atkinson. He called me up and asked me to meet him at the pub. Over a beer, he proposed a joint project between us, and Shae Moleta. Shae was to contribute words and drawings. Ivan was to contribute photos and other art—watercolours, inks, and acrylics. And I was the ‘roustabout’, doing what I could, and due to my experience in the print industry, I was to cobble the beast together.

I can’t say for sure who came up with the idea for Laundromat. I suspect it was Ivan. But it was a great metaphor for me. It was about renewal. A fresh clean start. And that’s something I needed. And furthermore, with Shae handling the writing duties, the pressure was off me to perform.

Shae had previously run a restaurant in New Zealand and was all about food—particularly fresh produce—and our production meetings were cook-ups, wherein the meal was equally as important as discussing and showcasing the work in progress.
Slowly over the months the book came together—the disparate elements finally falling into place. The book was printed by BookPod, who I recommend highly. Sylvie Blair and her team are amazing, turning our simple idea into a work of art we could be proud of.

Laundromat was unconventional. It scittered from one idea to the next. It juddered and it je**ed like some splaw-footed beast. But, it works. It’s a surreal journey suggesting the laundromat is a metaphor for life—the spin cycle—the gentle cycle—the rinse, repeat. We’ve all had moments like these in our lives. Maybe it’s a somewhat simplistic metaphor, but it’s one we can all relate to.

One of the things Ivan and I are most proud of about Laundromat, is that the idea was born in a pub, but it didn’t die there. How many times have you heard people at a pub saying, “Hey, do you know what we should do?” They then proceed to outline their plan. Then, nothing comes of it. It’s all p**s and vinegar… and the idea dies. Well, we actually did it. For better or worse, we scraped our idea off the bar-room floor and made it a reality. I think that’s pretty special in its way.

In the six years since Laundromat was first published Ivan and I have collaborated on several more projects—arguably better than Laundromat. But the first project has a special place in my heart. This is where the second-phase of my writing journey began—my road to recovery. Have a great weekend, everyone.

Just a quick heads up for my American friends that my Omnibus eBook collection Declassified: The First Five Missions of ...
16/05/2024

Just a quick heads up for my American friends that my Omnibus eBook collection Declassified: The First Five Missions of Jarvis Love is available on Amazon for .99c as part of a week-long sales promotion from Wolfpack Publishing (from the 15th May, 2024). This compendium collects together The Librio Defection, The Danakil Deception, The Ambrossia Kill and two never before published short stories, The Brompton Exchange and The Stonebreakers. That’s 650 pages of action and adventure for less than a cup of coffee.

Declassified: The First Five Missions Of Jarvis Love: An Action-Packed Spy Collection

Happy Mother’s Day to all the mum’s out there. I’ll be taking my mum out for lunch a little later. But for now, I’m tout...
11/05/2024

Happy Mother’s Day to all the mum’s out there. I’ll be taking my mum out for lunch a little later. But for now, I’m touting my newsletter—the latest has just gone live. In this edition I’m looking at Steve Kelleher's latest book, PELLANDA’S WAR, GONE TO TEXAS (the basis for the film, THE OUTLAW JOSEY WALES), and I cast my eye over THE MAN CALLED NOON penned by Louis L’Amour. I also look back at MINIMUM MANNING, written by Ivan Atkinson, which was launched a year ago to the day. I can’t believe the year has flown so quickly.

If you haven’t, please consider subscribing to my newsletter. It’s free, and I’ll be serving up large sugar-free slices of entertainment every Sunday. Take care and enjoy the rest of your weekend.

Here's the link:
https://open.substack.com/pub/davidjfoster/p/when-they-hit-you-once-they-hit-you

ICYMI. Recently I started my own weekly newsletter on Substack! And the best part? It's completely FREE to subscribe. In...
07/05/2024

ICYMI. Recently I started my own weekly newsletter on Substack! And the best part? It's completely FREE to subscribe. In my newsletter, I’ll take you on a journey through my writing adventures, whether I’m crafting art books with Ivan and the gang or spinning tales of thrilling adventure fiction. But that's not all—I'll also be diving into the world of retro pop-culture, discussing everything from books, movies, music, and anything else that crosses my radar.

So, if you're a fan of storytelling, insightful commentary, and just all-around good vibes, I highly recommend checking out my newsletter. Trust me, you won't want to miss it! Subscribe now and let the adventure begin!

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