![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() The seven o'clock radio news had it all: some Goth girls picked up an old drunk outside the Caledonian Club and brought him down to the riverbank to drink his blood and do some vampire lesbian hocus pocus. ‘You wouldn't want to know,' the young copper replied with the arrogance of his breed. ‘What's going on?' he asked, still suspicious of the Queensland police. ROWDY ROWERS WOKE Terry early one morning and, as he took his constitutional through Orleigh Park with mist still rising from the river, he ran into a police cordon. For every utopian dream, a nightmare from the netherworld stalks the land. There was magic in the air, but not all of it was good. His housemates were caught up in the spirit of the times and had a vision to start a circus. Terry moved into such a place with a bunch of malcontents whose lives had interconnected with his all the way back to the street marches. The gentrification of West End had only just begun so there was still the odd chance of finding a run-down old Queenslander by the river, so ensnarled in tropical vines or a family trust that it was available at a reasonable rent. Queensland was changing and anything was possible. Brisbane blossomed into something that even a decade before would have been derided as the utopian dream of a hopeless hippie, high on magic mushrooms. Andrew McGahan and John Birmingham and Nick Earls were toiling at novels redefining Brisbane and the bands of the Livid Festival provided the backbeat. Cafes with half-reasonable coffee sprang up all over Brisbane and the cafe culture fuelled people to write plays, make art and create a vibrant scene. The change of government brought back many political refugees and unleashed the creative class. The early years of the Goss government were a magic time for Queensland. The campaign director liked Terry's ability to conjure something from nothing and after the Goss victory gave him a gig as party media officer. A mate from the street march days was now the Labor campaign director and when the call came to work on Wayne Goss's campaign, Terry was on the next bus. Meanwhile, the Fitzgerald Inquiry rolled through Brisbane and Terry laughed at the nightly news as the old conspiracy theories were proved correct. He moved to Sydney, got a girlfriend and found a steady job in public relations. Terry decided that discretion was the better part of valour and he became a Queensland refugee. His research into the premier's election funding led to questions in the Senate and earned Terry an early morning police raid with the threat of a drug bust that would send him away for life. In the further reaches of Queensland's gutter press, Terry sought to add a few facts to the many conspiracy theories swirling around Joh. IN THE '70s and early '80s, Terry Forrester was an inveterate street marcher who took every opportunity to put the boot into Premier Joh Bjelke-Petersen's corrupt cops, shady lands deals and conservative government. MHRA 'VKM - Voodoo Kin Mafia', All Acronyms, 29 October 2022, Bluebook All Acronyms, VKM - Voodoo Kin Mafia (Oct. VKM - Voodoo Kin Mafia, All Acronyms, viewed October 29, 2022, MLA All Acronyms. Retrieved October 29, 2022, from Chicago All Acronyms. Please use the following to spread the word:ĪPA All Acronyms. ![]()
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