Saturday, January 7, 2023

EXCAVATING KING TUT'S TOMB WITH FELLAHEEN PETE STEEDMAN

  In a bid  to   prevent  the  spread  to  members of   family  and  friends   of  a  nasty  flu  which  has surfaced  in  the Townsville  region,  it was  decided  to  retreat  into  the   book -  lined   den ,   turning  it into  a   quarantine  station .  

By  Peter  Simon 

A   very low one  at  that  because    a  basic  folding  bed , stored in a corner, was  opened  up .  It   required   the   lifting and  restacking  of  plastic  archival   bins  , filled  with  more treasures than in the Egyptian Valley of the Kings , collected over  many decades   to  make room  for  the  bed . A  large    hairdresser's  chair  , bought  at  a  garage sale several years  ago , also  had  to  be  dragged  about.

The   bins had  been    filled  with  much of  the contents  of   a  bank  of     filing cabinets   some years ago   when  it  was  thought  that  because  of  a  serious operation   I  had,   we   should  pack  up  and  move  to  the  mainland

 We  did  not  move , the  binned  contents ,  and  the  rest  of  the  motley  treasures   left  to  moulder, gather  dust .

The first time  I   settled    down on the  uncomfortable  bed    and  looked  up  at  the  tomb   walls  ,I  felt  a touch of mal  de  mer  ,  when   I noticed that  two  nautical pictures  ,one of a sailing ship on a rough trip to  Australia ,  were  crooked  .     

Fading stickers on those cabinets  indicated   they had once    contained  a  weird  range  of   material covering    New Zealand ,   the  Northern Territory  ,  crocodiles,  ballet ,  early motorbikes and  cars  ,  sheet music , pantomimes ,  first  day  covers  ,  even   Hitler.

  Being  so  low  to the   ground,  on  the bed   , the titles on the      miscellaneous  books  on  the   bottom  shelf  of  the   nearest    large   bookcase, topped by a row of  old bottles  dug up  at Pine Creek and  Brock's Creek, in  the  Northern Territory  ,  could  be   read , deciphered  .

The  first book   pulled out and   rapidly   examined   was  the  biography of  Australian playwright   David Williamson   (The  Removalists  , Don's Party, The Club,et al  )   by  Brian  Kiernan . My  old journalist and political   mate  , Pete  Steedman , had   bought  Williamson's    residence , north of Melbourne, at Hurstbridge,  a  mud  brick structure , on  9 1/2 acres .

Steedman  is decribed in fhe book as  having been  one of the    New  Left  radicals at Monash University  , later  a federal Labor  parliamentarian  , the Member for  Casey , his  exciing   life covered in  great detail in  Little Darwin over the  years .    

The book was placed on the bed next to me ....Soon  after  ,  my  wife's phone rang   and she appeared  at   the   sliding door of  the  den  / tip and announced it was  Pete Steedman  for  me ! In  his distinctive  voice, he announced he was  ringing from a Melbourne hospital  , where he  was  being treated for a a badly  infected  arm ,involving his lymph glands  ,following  the   removal  of  a  growth in an  earlier  operation .

I pointed out the  coincidence  that  I had  just  read about him in  the   Williamson  biography and  the book was next to  my gammy leg . 

Pete  said he was  sharing  " a cell " with  a  woman    who  in  conversation  revealed she had been  in Darwin at the  time of  Cyclone Tracy .  It  just so happens   that  Steedman , who went to  Darwin after the cyclone  to provide  news  for  the many people evacuated throughout the nation  , and  drew up a report on  the  handling of   the  disaster  ,  how  to deal with   future  ones.

During  Pete's    recent   visits  to hospital   he took along with him  a copy of   my book , Big Jim ,  about the  great crusading   editor, James  Frederick  Bowditch , and   arranged  for  a  copy of the book to be sent to his  cell  mate  .

In the meantime, from the  uncomfortable  bed in the den   , which will probably lead to painful  haemorrhoids , several   dusty   drawers  were  opened   and  out  popped    Pete   Steedman  yet   again !!!!!!!!

     


 This was in the form of a mailing tube    for   rolled up   items  sent to me by Steedman in Melbourne  through  parcel  post years ago  .  Out of  it  slipped   a huge  poster   of   Fabula  ,  the  curvy  Canberra  secretary , drawn by Gerald Carr,  who  wielded a    whip ,   in   the   Broadside   magazine  edited by Steedman in 1969.  If you took out a  Broadside subscription you received   the large Fabula poster . That's not the above  poster, it's her on  a   Broadside  cover  .

Withour a doubt , the other poster included  hairy , hippy Steedman , in l971,  in London,  posing with a   woman carrying an automatic  firearm  and a  young boy   on  the front cover  of  a  London  mock  version of the  Californian   counter  culture magazine  ,Berkeley Barb , which looked to change the world , supporting  civil rights  , anti-war   and   backing   numerous  counterculture   movements. 

The   woman  on the cover  was  Nigerian model Mina Bird , the  boy, Dante Hughes, son of art  critic and  author, Robert  Hughes

One of the   sellers of  Berkeley Barb , in the  San Francisco  finance district,  was  artist  Bucklee  Bell , of  Underground  Comix fame,  longtime capaigner  with strong views on politics, war, the environment .  One  of his paintings graces  the   LIttle Darwin   collection.

He set  up  a business  in Chiang Mai , Thailand , dealing in beads, textiles,  paintings   and   books .     

 Steedman  had attracted the  attention  of  Berkeley Barb  when he was   editor of  two  Melbourne university  newspapers,  opposed  to the Vietnam  War , conscription , censorship . It had even been suggested he should go   to  America and  address  students, but he was  confidentially informed by  a member of the United States Information Service, over a beer ,  in  Australia , that there was no way  he  would be  allowed  into  the country .  

Other   unearthed ,  forgotten   treasure's  from King Tut's  Tomb  will be  run in  coming  weeks  if  the  quarantine station is  not  napalmed   to  prevent the   North  from being overrun  by  the dreaded  lurgy.

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