Edward Hamish Padraic Holcombe died aged 18 on 27-7-2014
"Billy", totally unknown as to why or when, became his nickname just between me and him.
Oft times I would sit in the shed on a rickety old chair beside the portable car fridge for a reflective beer, perchance a sweet snack, looking north over trees, sometimes grass as well as birds and sheep.
Reflecting, he would be expecting myself and all of us I suspect, his wish we look forward positively.
So the concept and space became 'Billy's Bar' which became the answer to where have you been?
Little there except a couple of old chairs, a car fridge and an energy sphere that Billy had transformed to be all around us instead of just one place.
In time improvements like a little table and a third old seat as well as white peg board to display various memorabilia, that keeps getting added to.
Then the big development of a rough sign that led to a subsequent gift from beautiful friends of a magnificent carved and painted permanent mantle to sit above the bar
Progress was shared on fb that led to the establishment of 'WangVille"
Started life as an Autocorrect From multiple fb authors.
· A grand opening sometime down the track with beer, girly drinks music, dancing girls [if they feel so inclined], frivolity and general 'World Problem Solving Discussion'
· “Is this where you live Hamish?
· Yes this is the beautiful home of Gerda and Hamish...there is a lot of Wang😄😁🥰 moments at this property!!!
· Not sure what Wang moments are, but leave it to my imagination!
· How far a drive from your Durack home to Wang?
· Bloody predicated text...aaahhh moments.
· Mnnn I too trying to pin down a wang but will do my best. Nonetheless I am thinking that yet again good old auto text comes up with an out of the square, name that might stick.
· Those wang moments are hard to beat 😂😅
· Can’t wait to visit and get my Wang on!!!
· Hamish Holcombe Wang it is then 😁😀🤣
· ‘Everybody wang 🎼 🎹🎧🐾 Chung tonight’.....🕺💃🙈
· So the popular name choice is firming on “WangVille”
So the mantle came alive to sit in “Billy’s Bar”
Not a place, more a space.
Not a future nor a past.
Just a zone of right now.
Where time stands still.
View to the north is for free.
With changing clouds in the sky.
Singing of birds, bleating of sheep.
If you sit quietly in silent repose.
Feel energies of those we can’t see.
They may be yours or may be mine.
Joining in the party of “WangVille”
Management Rules:
No whinging in this Space.
Lest I kick your bum to Space.
Seating is basic,definitely sparse.
Option is dirt floor to sit your arse.
A Place of peace to think.
With a cooling amber drink.
Beer not your style, ok we have wine.
Bring own spirits if you feel so inclined.
Gender is optional and so is dress style.
No slinging of shit on an absent mate.
Keep the bullshit to a reasonable rate.
No comment if the beer is not your brand.
Just be happy you have one in your hand.
When the time comes to return to the house.
Remember the filter to disclose to the spouse.
Some of the content that made you roar so loud.
May not seem so humorous to the house crowd.
When time is called because no more to shout.
Don’t disturb my fukin dogs on your way out.
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