‘Cities of Spinifex’ – New album, coming soon

Yes, ’tis true. The new album ‘Cities of Spinifex’ by Adam and the Ark-Ark Birds is coming soon.cropped-87310025.jpg

New album in progress


We’ve started recording a new Ark-Arks album.

We intend to have it released by the end of the year.

We intend to do a tour around its release.

Brisbane, Melbourne, Sydney.

Where else should we go?

Lemme know.


Bondi Hoarders story – BBC

End of days for junk house of Bondi Beach

In a suburb known for its version of Australian glitz and hipness, the Bondi hoarders’ fame stands apart for all the wrong reasons.

They are a reminder that behind sunny Australian facades there lies a darker space where people who’ve fallen through the cracks reside.

The Bobolas family – Mary and daughters Elena and Liana – are no ordinary residents. For more than two decades they have been engaged in an ongoing battle with the local Waverley Council and nearby neighbours.

At issue is the extraordinary amount of junk at their property, just an eight-minute stroll from Bondi Beach.

In a suburb of skyrocketing property prices, the Boonara Avenue house, bought for A$25,000 (£13,400; $18,500) in 1970, has long been piled high with the family’s collected items.

Plastic bottles, cardboard boxes, children’s toys, car hubcabs, milk crates, mattresses, assorted rubbish, even old surfboards – you name it.

Dream home with a catch

Since about 1990, the council has been attempting to cajole, coerce and compel the family to clean their dilapidated residence.

Various court orders and decrees have been issued to force a clean up. On around 15 occasions council workers, sometimes equipped with Bobcats and mechanical excavators, have been mobilised to tackle head-high piles of junk ,to the clear displeasure of the Bobolas family.

On every occasion, sometimes after only a few days of relative cleanliness, the rubbish has begun to pile up again

Such cleaning operations don’t come cheap. The family has been billed as much as $350,000 for clean up costs over the years, which includes legal fees as the Bobolas’ have fought for their right to hoard.

But it’s a bill that the council is intent on recouping. On three occasions it has sought orders to have the house forcibly sold and the money recovered. However, on each occasion the family has been able to stave off proceedings and hang on to the house at the last minute.

The first attempt was in February last year, where a bill for $180,000 was covered just prior to sale. On the second occasion, a procedural legal technicality saw the auction again cancelled.

Another attempt sale was scheduled to take place on June 9. The advertisement for the pending auction said the property was “positioned in one of the suburb’s most conveniently located streets” and gave potential buyers “the amazing opportunity to build your dream home (subject to council approval)”.

But there was a catch. The new owner would be responsible for removing the Bobolas family from what is presumably their existing dream property.

Plastic bags of cash

Just 50 minutes before the auction was to begin, the family applied for a stay of proceedings. The next day an extraordinary scene played out in a Sydney court when the family arrived with plastic bags they said contained enough money to cover the currently outstanding clean up costs and legal fees – about A$177,000 in cash.

Mary, Liana and Elena told Magistrate Joanne Keogh the money had been provided by friends to help them keep the house. Whilst Magistrate Keogh was sympathetic to their situation, she said there was still “some peril as to whether the debt will be paid” and dismissed a further stay on the grounds that she didn’t believe the family truly had the means to pay the sum owed.

Those familiar with the story weren’t surprised by this turn of events. The hoarder house is an ongoing saga that’s a source of irritation, bemusement and yet some sympathy in the Bondi community.

Formerly a largely working class area, Bondi has become red-hot property in the past 30 years, with dingy houses and flats which once housed local families selling for a fortune.

A recent picture of the Bobolas family's houseImage copyright ADAM GIBSON
The hoarder house has been cleaned up a number of times, but the junk has always returned

While many older residents have sold up and taken the cash, for some their property may be all the wealth they have – and they remain intent on holding onto that.

‘Clearly some issues’

“Old Bondi had all sorts of people in it, all kinds of characters,” one Boonara Ave resident, who asked that his name be withheld, said. “Years ago they probably would just be another of the eccentrics in the area, but Bondi has changed and they really obviously stick out now.

“It’s really quite an amazing situation to be happening in the heart of modern Bondi. You have to feel sorry for their direct neighbours because the place has just been a nightmare for years.

“But on the other hand, you have to feel sorry to some extent for the family because there are clearly some issues going on there.”

For its part, Waverley Council insists that the core of the matter is a health issue, with all the junk attracting pests and vermin.

But underlying this is a genuine concern for the Bobolas family; the council, as it has done on numerous occasions, is offering the women professional support.

Walking past the house, there is considerably less garbage piled up than at previous peaks. But the Sheriff’s Office will almost certainly press ahead with attempts to sell the house, which is expected to fetch around A$2m.

It seems that the hipster haven of Bondi has no room left for the Bobolas family’s version of genuine eccentricity.

Adam Gibson is a journalist and author who was born and bred in Bondi. He has published three books of poetry about Bondi, including Bondi Poems.

Fairgrounds Festival show

Played at the Fairgrounds Festival in Berry on Saturday. Damn it was a good event! A wonderful little show and a wonderful little festival. More extensive report coming … soon.

How this works…

The beauty of this being a personal blog – and not a public forum – is I get to moderate comments. In that light, I can approve them as I wish and I can dismiss them as I wish. Basically, if anything I view as offensive is written in the hope of being controversial or personally offensive, I can and will immediately consign the message to the bin … with a corresponding “f^*k off” being uttered. It’s pretty simple, how this works…

– Adam

‘And remember: gamble responsibly!’ – yeah right

By Adam Gibson


My father loved a punt. Every afternoon after primary school in the late 1970s, my brother and I would come home and he’d be perched at a bench in the kitchen, yellow foldout newspaper form guide in front of him, a transistor radio blasting beside him and the landline (remember them?) phone receiver in hand.

As I say in the song ‘On The Punt’ (by my band The Aerial Maps), he’d be regularly repeating his PhoneTAB number down the line to some mysterious operator – “This is 20791900, thank you” – as he placed bets on races being run across Australia. The names echoed in our childhood minds like mythical spaces where Things Happened and whiskery men and floral-dress women did things.

Eagle Farm, Flemington, Dapto, Kalgoorlie, Doomben, Wentworth Park, Rosehill, Broken Hill, Caufield, Morphetville…

This was Australia reduced to a fine essence, the high-pitched voices and razor-sharp accents of the racecallers forming a static-buzzed soundtrack across lino-floor kitchens and the hot leather seats of old primary coloured cars, when TV and movies from the rest of the world took weeks to filter through and small things from Norman Gunston to Auntie Jack seemed to matter.

And there seemed a related smallness to the betting world too – it didn’t seem like big business was involved and it didn’t feel like some grand fleecing of the masses was being played out. Dodgy small-time figures haunted dusty racetracks, a mate of someone’s dad was (allegedly) an SP bookie on the sly and my Dad betted in a few units each way – bets of a dollar or two which came out of the account which he topped up every few weeks and which mum tolerated in complete silence. The rose-coloured lens of nostalgia no doubt casts this world in an innocent light, but it did all seem to have a harmless air about it.

Sure, there’s no doubt that over the years my father lost more than he won and he was bailed out by mates on a couple of occasions when the demon of gambling took hold, but he mostly kept that demon in check and mostly knew his limits.

I shudder to think how Dad would control such a demon in Australia today, however. Turn on the TV, watch any sports show or live telecast, open the newspaper, look online at the most seemingly non-gambling connected site, and you are bombarded with gambling advertisements and inducements.

Betfair, Ladbrokes, SportsBET, TAB Sports, Centrebet, William Hill, UniBet, Bet365, AusBet, Luxbet, several more… It would be an overreach to say the list is “endless” but it’s not too much of an overreach.

It is a near-constant attack; an almost continual bombardment of odds and offers and hearty (mostly chubby, 30-something) men, mostly with beards in order fit the advertisers’ current designated zeitgeist view of “hip”, heartily living it up as they busily make betting the apparent centre of their universe.

The cool guy, the “winner”, is the one who’s just “cashed out on his multi”, who’s just used his perhaps ironically-named “smartphone” to “download the app” and place a bet, who’s sat on the couch and watched the cards fall in his favour (“high five!”). He will perhaps be shown dancing across a crowded bar, perhaps being cheered by his carefully casting-agent-selected “mates”, perhaps happily walking out of a pub with the swagger of a true hero.

And I thought somewhere in the Advertising Standards Board regulations there was a stipulation that ads couldn’t be shown to be “celebrating” gambling? Ah bugger it, who cares, hey? Let em go…

It’s got the stage now that, where once gambling occurred on the vague fringe of society most of the time (aside from the Melbourne Cup), it is now in the prime time centre of our lives. But I won’t say it’s hit “saturation” stage – I am certain they have more in store for us in future. But I feel this normalisation of betting is now reaching a devastating point. Kids are aware of such things as “odds” and they just think it’s part of the games being played and conversation about any sport – from surfing to golf to AFL and everything else – can very quickly move on to betting talk.

Two years ago Rugby League fans blew a collective kerpuffer valve when the weedy Tom Waterhouse appeared regularly before, during and after games on Channel 9 to offer his views on the game and talk about associated odds. He seemed to become a quasi commentator and his integration into the broadcast was just too jarring for the majority. “Who this hell is this twerp!?” essentially was the response.

In quick time, the chorus of disdain against him grew to a crescendo and he soon got the message and disappeared from screen (only, of course, to not long after sell his bookmaking business to UK giant William Hill and become their Australian CEO… Oh how the greased palms deal, hey?).

But during this season just past, mediocre ex first grade footballer Joel Caine, in between juggling his own actual footy commentating duties (no conflict of interest?), appeared with impervious regularity to do pretty much exactly what Waterhouse did – and barely anyone raised a peep. On he’d come, sprouting opinions about the current or upcoming game, attempting to lure us in with bonus offers and cash-back temptations. His footy credentials, such as they were, somehow meant he was okay to do this. There wasn’t a howl of protest. The greater public, it seemed, was now seemingly okay to just sit back and let it come at us. Maybe we’d just been worn down and given in?

And I guess the dam has broken on a wider level too. What was once a marginal activity – betting on general sports which people, ya know, once used to actually play, and maybe, erm, actually watch for the sake of the contest – has become a version of the norm.

You will be watching a gripping contest with friends at the local RSL, coinciding with the Friday night badge draw, and it soon becomes apparent that this mate has a “pick the score” or that mate has a “first try scorer”. Someone will say, “Canberra are paying such and such to beat the Bulldogs”, or “I wanna get on the Roosters to beat the Rabbitohs by 20”. It’s completely normal, nobody bats an eyelid.

Having seen the ill effects of gambling first-hand, it occurs to me that this “normalisation” can only serve to give those for whom gambling is a problem a sense of permission to keep on punting, ensconcing them a warm cocoon of camaraderie and connection. Everyone’s doing it, I’m sweet, it’s no dramas. Further, it almost certainly serves to open up the idea to other previous non-punters, bringing them into the game, so to speak, because, well, everyone does it, hey, it’s just normal.

You can always tell the industries which are awash with cash by the extent of their advertising. Witness insurance companies of all stripes – their advertising budgets are huge simply because they are milking millions off everyone’s self-fulfilling fear that they must be covered. Think of car advertising – you cannot go an ad break on Australian commercial TV without seeing a car ad. Ditto the big supermarket chains. And ditto betting agencies during certain programs. Their relentless advertising spend lays it bare – they are raking it in and they’re getting bigger and bigger all the time.

But the impact both on the sports themselves and the punter is apparently barely considered. The proven incidence of match-fixing is one obvious outcome of such betting, while the bank accounts of punters across the land are being siphoned like petrol out of an HR Holden back in the olden days.

But hang on a sec. Where’s the regulation for this? This seemingly unchecked explosion of betting agencies and associated advertising must be regulated in some ways, mustn’t it?

Well it appears to be … but one look at the Australian Wagering Council’s website probably gives a good indication of the rigour of this regulation. “The AWC is committed to ensuring that all forms of advertising by its members is undertaken in a socially responsible manner and accords with the promotion of responsible gambling and the need to protect the integrity of sport,” the website says.

So there it is … great. They will do a lot of the regulation themselves, thanks. This is no doubt part of the reason why, at the end of each ad or live gambling segment, the puppet presenter says, almost with a knowing smirk on his or her face, “But remember, gamble responsibly!”

I can hear the management of these betting companies laughing their heads off that that seems the extent of their social responsibility. “Hahaaaa, GAMBLE RESPONSIBLY!!! Yeah, good one.”

The thin end of the wedge is being slowly rammed in ever harder. The distinct line between betting, sport and/or entertainment is being ever eroded and I have no doubt that within the next few years we shall be seeing ever increasing integration of betting with general aspects of life. Money doesn’t feel real when it’s just represented by numbers on an iPhone app like points in a game.

But the point is, it is real money going out and it is real lives being affected.

“Gamble responsibly?” Haha, yeah right, good one! Just download the app and get amongst it, you loser.

Then there’s this I love…

My favourite photo

I remember this night

I remember every step

I remember this time

I will never forget


Pic by Jo King.