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The Wunderkammer of the Mild Colonial Boy, Esq., a Reactionary Tory Gentleman, who armed only with a Steampowered Babbage Engine and Pure Intentions, wanders the Time Streams and Aetheric Plane gathering an Eccentric Hodgepodge of Curiousities, Frivolities, Whimsicalities and Nonsense.

Q. Why is your Tumblelog called "My Ear-Trumpet Has Been Struck by Lightning"?

A. Because "My Grandmother's Ear-Trumpet Has Been Struck by Lightning" wouldn't fit in the available space.

Inside the Regent Theatre Milk Bar, Brisbane, ca. 1936 by unknown photographer (from State Library of Queensland’s Flickr)

Inside the Regent Theatre Milk Bar, Brisbane, ca. 1936 by unknown photographer (from State Library of Queensland’s Flickr)

The exterior of the historic Regent Theatre in Queen Street in Brisbane in 1975. Picture: The Courier Mail Source: The Courier-Mail There’s no business like progress, pal by Matt Condon: WHAT rubbish. I can’t understand all the fuss about the impending demolition of The Regent theatre in Brisbane’s Queen Street Mall. It’s 80 years old, for crying out loud. This is the 21st century. This is millennial Brisbane. We’re the next world city. We have the longest underground vehicular tunnel in Australia. We have decent coffee and restaurants now. “Old” has no place in my home town. It shouldn’t be in the language. Tear it down. What is it, the last Art Deco picture palace in Brisbane? It’s an eyesore in our fast-paced, glass and mirrored city. I don’t want to be embarrassed in front of my interstate and overseas friends when they see ancient crap like that in this unstoppable metropolis. Heritage? What’s heritage in a contemporary cityscape? Heritage is a brand description for replica furniture. Heritage is the name they throw on to a hotel to give it olde worlde charm. A fast city has no place for slow heritage.
The exterior of the historic Regent Theatre in Queen Street in Brisbane in 1975. Picture: The Courier Mail Source: The Courier-Mail

There’s no business like progress, pal by Matt Condon:

WHAT rubbish. I can’t understand all the fuss about the impending demolition of The Regent theatre in Brisbane’s Queen Street Mall.

It’s 80 years old, for crying out loud. This is the 21st century. This is millennial Brisbane. We’re the next world city. We have the longest underground vehicular tunnel in Australia. We have decent coffee and restaurants now. “Old” has no place in my home town. It shouldn’t be in the language. Tear it down. What is it, the last Art Deco picture palace in Brisbane? It’s an eyesore in our fast-paced, glass and mirrored city. I don’t want to be embarrassed in front of my interstate and overseas friends when they see ancient crap like that in this unstoppable metropolis.

Heritage? What’s heritage in a contemporary cityscape? Heritage is a brand description for replica furniture. Heritage is the name they throw on to a hotel to give it olde worlde charm. A fast city has no place for slow heritage.