Showing posts with label work. Show all posts
Showing posts with label work. Show all posts

Saturday, September 10, 2016

Richard and Ruby

I met Richard Neville in 1994. It wasn't a meeting he'd recollect. He was in Canberra to deliver the Ruby Hutchison Memorial Address at the National Press Club on 15 March. I was a young public servant, working for the Federal Bureau of Consumer Affairs. A bit starry-eyed. And he was a media star in a cream linen suit. Lanky, his deep fringe hid his forehead, emphasising his generous smile, disguising his critique of the 'sacred cow' of conspicuous consumption with wit and humour.

'Men and women are born free, ladies and gentleman,' he said, 'but today we are everywhere in chain stores.'

Last Sunday, Richard died. He was only 74. We have relived the founding of Oz Magazine, the court cases, the willingness to challenge the norms of the 1960s. For those of us who were too young to read Oz when it was first published, last year the University of Wollongong digitised it and, with Richard's blessing, made it available online for non-commercial purposes. Now we can read it and think about why it created the furore it did.


I, though, have been reliving that event at the Press Club. It turns out that the National Library of Australia (full disclosure: my employer) recorded the lecture. You can listen to it online. And there is Richard Neville's voice, his humour, his willingness to be a disruptor before 'disruption' was a thing. He argued for a 'Buy Nothing Day', saying that 'as long as we go on consuming it is the world that is going to die'. In less than an hour, he mashed up conspicuous consumerism, the Princess of Wales, Reeboks, Hey, Hey It's Saturday, the Body Shop, the Berlin Wall, poverty, wealth and cannabis.

Ruby Hutchison, after whom the lecture was named, was a disruptor too. Although if you compare photos of Ruby with her curled hair and cat's eye glasses with those of a young Richard Neville, it seems unlikely they would have anything in common. In 1954, she was the first woman to be elected to the West Australian Legislative Council. In her long parliamentary career, she argued for education, child welfare, and electoral reform. She was also a founder of the Australian Consumers' Association, publisher of Choice Magazine. When Choice Magazine was born in 1960 (three years before Oz), there was no consumer legislation as we know it today. Arguably, Ruby Hutchison's work helped to change Australian life as much as Richard's, paving the way for the passing of the Trade Practices Act in 1975. She died in 1974, a year before the legislation was enacted.

There is so much about the day at the Press Club that I've forgotten - but the recording of the lecture brings the memories back. Introducing Richard was the then Minister for Consumer Affairs, the Hon Jeannette McHugh MP. She launched a new resource for Australian school children, Consumer Power, the National Primary School Consumer Education Project. I sweated over that resource, working with colleagues in consumer affairs agencies across Australia and the ABC to produce a CD-rom, education kit and television series. There was a long evening in the State Library of South Australia, a few of us working on edits. I can see us hunched around a table in the reading room, searching the shelves in the children's section for references. What I can't see is what we were working on. Were we editing scripts, the education kit, the text for the CD-rom?

Consumer Power was distributed to every primary school in Australia. I still have a copy and there's one in the National Library too. But before we knew it, CD-roms were old technology, although the accompanying tv series was still being broadcast by the ABC in 2005.

I worked for the Federal Bureau of Consumer Affairs and its many incarnations until 2000. By then, it had changed shape significantly. It moved from under the umbrella of the Attorney-General's Department, eventually being absorbed into Treasury. But that's a story for another day and I wouldn't trust my memory to get the story right.

And it seems my memory is faulty in other ways too. For there was no cream linen suit. A photograph of Richard Neville published in The Canberra Times the next day, clearly shows him wearing a dark suit - and a tie covered in large white polkadots.

Richard Neville and Ruby Hutchison have both died. The Federal Bureau of Consumer Affairs is possibly only remembered by those of us who worked there. But Choice and the Australian Consumer Association still exist. So too does the Ruby Hutchison Memorial Lecture. Supported by Choice and the Australian Competition and Consumer Commission, it is held on the eve of World Consumer Rights Day (15 March). And perhaps the creators of The Checkout, which has brought consumer education into the home, heard Richard Neville's Ruby Hutchison Memorial Address and are carrying the flame.

This post was written as part of the 2016 Sydney Story Factory Pen to Paper ChallengeI'm inspired by the work of Sydney Story Factory. I'd like to help them grow so that, one day, Martian Embassies will be all over this country. So during September I'm putting pen to paper - and hopefully rebooting my blog. If you enjoyed this post, please give whatever you can. Let's help the Sydney Story Factory grow.




Monday, June 2, 2008

A Week in Dot Points

  • Tuesday: worked.
  • Wednesday: worked.
  • Thursday: worked a very long day due to corporate function held at 6pm.
  • Friday: worked ... with the assistance of a couple of skim cappucinos.
  • Saturday: took the little one to watch his cousins play footy. On the north-western edge of Canberra. Not a house in view, just large green playing fields (despite the drought) and scrubby paddocks on the other side of the carpark. The under-8s playing footy were vigorous, enthusiastic scraps of energy - except when they were distracted by their new mouthguards or the play moved too far away from them and they were free to watch the clouds or kick tufts of grass. Made a delicious citrus delicious for dinner - why have I assumed that you can only use lemons? The combination of oranges and lemons was uplifting.
  • Sunday: slept through the middle of the day, thanks to the thoughtfulness of the two boys. Even the littlest one kept his attempts at playing Superman to the non-bedroom end of the house. This meant I had the energy to stay awake and watch Emma on ABC1. Hmmm, it wasn't inspired but it was a pleasant enough reminder of why I love the book. Did Mr Knightley have to look so ghastly, though? And why was Emma lit so that she looked like she had a moustache? Obviously, I wasn't fully engaged or I wouldn't have noticed these things.
  • Monday: swimming lessons. We have started again this term after having to abort last year's attempt due to my illness. This year, we are trying a company that uses the term 'tots' in its name. This has caused some problems because Mr M insists he is not a baby and doesn't need to learn to swim with babies. He has, however, almost mastered the art of floating and can't stop smiling when he is in the water with his teacher. I can't stop smiling because at this swim school I don't have to be in the water with him. Although the pool is small and other classes are going on in various parts of it, I can have a little swim of my own, on my own.

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Catching Up

I worked all weekend. Which isn't as bad as it sounds. We ran a marvellous conference about memoir and autobiography and it was exciting watching the panel sessions that we'd imagined take shape. I don't think there was a single poor paper and there were many outstanding ones. Nevertheless, I am now exhausted. I didn't think I was but the weariness has crept up on me. Last night I was asleep early with Mr M and tonight I'm already in my pjs and contemplating bed.

The prospect of bed is very tempting as, although I'd read a great deal in preparation for the conference, I added to the book pile beside the bed with some new purchases:
  • A Certain Maritime Incident: The Sinking of SIEV X by Tony Kevin (because I really should know more about this horrific incident in recent history)
  • The Little Red Writing Book by Mark Tredinnick (because I'm a sucker for writing books)
  • Australia's Quarter Acre by Peter Timms (I can think of at least two family members who would be interested in this one), and
  • Living Politics by Margaret Reynolds (she spoke so inspirationally about the need to get women involved in public life).

It will be a while before I read these though. I'm going to indulge in some non-work reading. A feast of chick lit. I prepared for it last week when I discovered two novels by Katie Fforde in a second-hand shop we visit semi-regularly. The shop is tucked down an alleyway in Fyshwick, opposite a building supplies storehouse that specialises in recycled materials. The books are light entertainment, romantic comedies set amongst English hedgerows and canals. All the kitchens have Agas (my dream stove) and all the women are fiercely independent. I'm going to indulge in the reader's equivalent of Days of Our Lives for a while. Relaxation for the mind.

Thursday, May 1, 2008

I'm Late, I'm Late

I think I have well and truly missed this week's deadline. And the only thing I can blame is 'Winter'. Since Sunday evening it has been bitterly cold at night in Canberra. We have finally turned on the heater. The hot water bottles have been taken out of the cupboard and are being used consistently. The car windscreen has been covered in a thin film of ice in the morning. Now, when Mr M asks 'Is it winter?', I have begun to say 'yes', instead of trying to explain what autumn is. And the result of all this is that I have been far more tempted to stay in bed with Mr M when I lie down with him to help him go to sleep (and probably that is something all the books tell you not to do - but it works), than I have been to get up again and spend a chilly hour in front of the computer.

Tonight, though, I have decided to put my middle-of-the-night wakefulness to use. Instead of lying in bed in the warmth, I'm up and at it. I have written my to-do list for tomorrow's/today's working day. I have folded the washing (the thing I really hate about winter is how difficult it can be to get the washing dry but I'm not going to give in and buy a clothes dryer. Not having one is the small thing I do to help the environment). I have sent an email I meant to send at 8pm. And I'm finally sitting down to blog. When I do go back to bed, which should be soon, I'll be doing so with a terrific sense of achievement.

Isn't it amazing what you can get done when the household sleeps?

PS If you are interested in the experience of the 2020 Summit, Alison Croggan has written a terrific piece about being a member of the 'Creatives' and posted it on Sarsaparilla. It's a great insider's view of the day. I'm sure the 2020 Summit was an event full of faults and a huge question remains as to what will happen to all the ideas, but I do think the summit was a very bold, very big idea itself and at the least it has signposted that the times are changing. (Maybe that's 2am optimism creeping in. Perhaps the times aren't changing, they are simply being dressed up in new clothes. I'm still hoping, though, that the Emperor won't be discovered wandering around in 'his all-together'.)

Monday, February 25, 2008

Back to Work

Life has begun to return to whatever 'normal' is in our household. Mr M went back to playschool on Wednesday and Thursday, and now begins each day by announcing 'I am not going to school today'. It was orientation week at the university and so the demands of students are beginning to refocus J's mind.

I returned to work on Thursday and Friday to attend a training course. It's easy to be cynical about these things - and resentful because how will the office cope if you are away for two days - but it was a surprisingly useful course. Okay, we all know how to delegate and how to build teams. And we all admit we don't do either of these things as well as we might. But over the two days I had the opportunity to meet people I have never ever seen in seven years in my current place of employment. Not only that, we had the opportunity to get to know each other and work together. Now that was worth going to the course for. The course was called 'Leading From Any Position' and it was a useful reminder to stop grumbling about what you think can't be done and start doing what can be done. It brought to mind a saying I learned (I think) at another course: the only thing you can change is yourself.

The other big achievement for the week (and this is really big) is that I cleaned the bathroom. The sad thing about this is that I can tell you the last two times I cleaned the bathroom and that's not because they occurred in the last month. In the last 12 months I have cleaned the bathroom three times - on Wednesday, in October before I returned to work, and on 15 March before I had surgery. The October cleaning was particularly memorable because I broke a tile in the shower, finally knocked the vanity's wobbly leg right off, and broke a moneybox. I love a clean bathroom but cleaning it is one of the most depressing things I can do. The bathroom is old and the shelves are too full of trinkets and the cleaning process seems to emphasise all it's faults. I dream of the day when it is completely renovated.And I will keep dreaming. But at least, for the moment, I have a clean bathroom, some sense of achievement, and a renewed commitment to cleaning it again ... in less than four months.