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Moruya Red Door Theatre presents - "Agatha Crusty & The Village Hall Murders"

Moruya Red Door Theatre presents - "Agatha Crusty & The Village Hall Murders" by Derek Webb A fantas c mystery comedy whodunnit with a cast of 15.

Agatha Crusty is a crime novelist. And when her sister-in-law Alice invites her to spend a few days with her in the village of Chortelby, it’s not long before she gets caught up in a series of murders which seem directed at members of the All Saints Village Hall commi ee. Packed full of wit and very funny scenes, this is also a genuine murder mystery with an ingenious plot which will tax the li le grey cells of the audience at the same me!

Shows at the #Moruya RSL Hall Sat 26 7pm Sun 27 2pm Ma nee Fri 2 Dec & Sat 3 Dec 7pm Tickets Selling Fast

Nov 26th - Solo West at Club Catalina Nov 26th - Rock and Roll Dance Party at Batemans Bay Soldiers Club Nov 26th - Steve Mar n – Tuross Club (7.30pm) Nov 26th - Howling Mitch at One Tree Inn , Tuross Head Nov 26th - Flock of Haircuts at The Patch, Tomakin Social Club 7:30 Nov 26th - The Peppercorns at St Johns Church, Page Street, Moruya 5:30pm Tickets $25 Nov 27th - Sam Stevenson at Tukka Cafe Moruya Nov 27th - Jamie Parkinson – Club Malua (2.30pm) Nov 27th - Ben Fowler at The Patch, Tomakin Social Club 2-5pm Dec 2nd - Summer Dance Party with DJ Ma Brown at Batemans Bay Soldiers Club Dec 2nd - Joe Driscoll – Tomakin Club (7.30pm) Dec 2nd - Pearlerz – Club Malua (8pm) Dec 3rd - Pearlerz – Tuross Club (7.30pm) Dec 3rd - Sam Stevenson – Soldiers Club (8pm) Dec 3rd - Michael Menager Trio at One Tree Inn , Tuross Head Dec 4th - Jeff Aschmann at the Dairy Shed Bodalla 12:00- 4:00 Dec 4th - Sam Stevenson – Tomakin Club (1pm)

NAROOMA KINEMA’S FILM SOCIETY presents: The Velvet Queen This is an event to be excited for, this film is currently rated at 100% on Ro en Tomatoes and is set amongst the beau ful backdrop of Tibet, featuring original music from Nick Cave. All are welcome, book your ckets here for the last Film Society of the year! This French Documentary follows two men who explore the high-al tude wilderness of Tibet with many cameras, filming wildlife from a respec ul distance and searching for the rare snow leopard. DATE: 1ST DECEMBER TIME: 6.30PM FOR 7PM START PRICE: Adult $17, Concession $15, Member $13

Coincidence is a wonderful mystery. It happens at the beginning of every new non-fiction book, especially a biography. Other author friends report the same phenomenon – suddenly a distant relative opens a whole unexpected chapter of the story; an obscure but vital book leaps from a secondhand bookshelf; an email arrives from the blue that introduces the perfect publisher… It’s been happening again recently, and it set me thinking about the larger issue of the great coincidences of the past – the sudden unexpected arrival of the perfect persons to change the course of history just when it was most needed. We could start with the great thinker Socrates blessed coincidentally by an equally profound author in Plato to raise all the questions of ethics and morality that we’re still puzzling today. Or the great social and engineering visionary Caesar Augustus who brought order and connectivity to the vast continent of Europe. What odds that a privileged young British woman named Florence Nightingale who through sheer determination, courage and caring invented the profession of nursing? And what wondrous coincidence joined the brilliant Polish-born Marie Curie with her Parisian husband to overwhelm physics with the powers hidden in the element of uranium. By what coincidental magic did the German/Swiss Albert Einstein find himself in a Munich school that taught by rote, so he was forced to teach himself algebra and geometry; that he just happened upon Kant’s Critique of Pure Reason and by combining mathematics and philosophy navigated an entirely new concept of the universe that utterly changed our perceptions of the world around us. The political experience is redolent with coincidence – the wealthy, elitist Franklin Delano Roosevelt who threw his background overboard and laid the foundations for American democracy’s social justice system. The ‘has been’ Winston Churchill was returned to 10 Downing Street just when he was needed to hold the line against the Nazi ravages of all things decent. Mahatma Gandhi who transformed himself from a Durban lawyer to a powerful symbol of anti-colonial rebellion to bring India freedom from centuries of British oppression at exactly the right time Think of the four disparate lads from Liverpool who combined to produce a thrilling revolution that changed popular music forever. More recently, another youngster, Sweden’s Greta Thunberg arrived to galvanize a generation to fight the apathy that threatens the world with climate chaos. Unless you think I’m finding a Pollyanna pattern in the mystery there is, of course, the other side of the coin – the fateful coincidences that produced the Hitlers, Stalins, and Putins who have ravaged without conscience, and the Trumpian creatures who threaten the future today. But it is deeply gratifying to see the mad Mullahs of Iran getting their just deserts because a single courageous woman, Mahsa Amini, slain by the ‘morality police’, has become a symbol of hope for political freedom. And for us, the convoluted political career of Anthony Albanese coincidentally became the perfect foil for the bulldozing antics of his gross predecessor. So, the question arises – as the campaign for an Aboriginal Voice in the Constitution falters and fades from the political front of mind, who will arise from among the ranks to symbolize and secure this act of national decency? Come on coincidence – time once more to do your stuff.

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Bazza checked his watch and shook his head repeatedly. He swivelled to a cacophony as a smiling Mick strode through a gabble of res ng galahs with ludicrous pink chests soon do ng the blue sky. “I don’t see the point of arriving at the farmers’ market at this me, Mick. Everyone is packing up.” Mick looked skywards and sighed. “Bazza, Bazza…..Bazza. You get the best deals at the end of trading. The farmers do not want to take their produce home so it’s the best me to bargain. Watch and learn, Bazza….. Watch and learn!” Mick led them to a stall, picked up a pumpkin and felt its weight for a long moment. He clicked his tongue and offered the farmer six dollars. The farmer shook his head. “No mate…... The price is eight dollars. It takes a bit of effort to grow these pumpkins and the recent weather has hardly been helpful. I also pay transport costs and the rent on this stall. Eight dollars for a single or I will do three pumpkins for twenty dollars.” Mick pulled Bazza to one side. “There you go, Bazza. I’ve haggled him down to less than seven dollars a pumpkin. Now….. we will give the farmer me to reconsider. It’s important not to be too keen.” Bazza shook his head and flashed a half smile at the farmer. “Mick…..you are not saving a dollar. In fact, you will be spending twelve dollars more and will end up with two pumpkins you don’t need. I think you should try a bit of collec ve bargaining.” Mick screwed his face. “Collec ve bargaining, Mick…….. find other people who want pumpkins and offer to buy all the pumpkins the farmer has le . That way you will probably get a pumpkin for six dollars or less, and the farmer will be happy to sell all his produce.” Mick rubbed his chin and eyed the bus stop. “This current industrial rela ons legisla on tying our parliamentarians in knots is pre y much about workers’ rights to do the same thing; to bargain collec vely when selling their labour.” “Bloody hell, Bazza. ……..Only you could bring poli cs into buying a bloody pumpkin. That legisla on is all about union power and bringing the economy to a stands ll with strikes.” Bazza rubbed his earlobe. “Let’s just leave the word ‘union’ out of it, Mick. I think you have a few prejudices and tend to talk clichés when it comes to unions. Just as you have the right to strengthen your bargaining posi on with the pumpkin farmer by joining forces with other buyers, workers should have the same right when nego a ng wages.” Mick eyed the pumpkin stall and then raised his eyes as the bus arrived. “Now Mick…….. that revolu onary body called the Reserve Bank of Australia is even calling for wage increases. The key to increasing wages is giving workers more rights to collec vely bargain.” Bazza rubbed his chin. “You see, Mick………”

The sentence was left hanging as Mick strode over to the passengers alighting from the bus, began talking earnestly and pointing to the pumpkin stall.

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invites you to a Literary Lunch with Julie Janson

Aunty June is the proud owner of a TAFE cer ficate III in Inves ga ve Services. It took her thirty hours to complete online. Now, she has set up her own private inves ga on service: Yanakirri Inves ga ve Services – Confiden ality Guaranteed. Madukka: The River Serpent is a striking novel about family and resistance. Julie Janson is an Indigenous woman of the Burruberongal clan of Darug na on. A teacher, ar st, playwright and poet, Julie has won many awards and grants for her wri ng, She is co-recipient of the Oodgeroo Noonuccal Poetry Prize and winner of the Judith Wright Poetry Prize.

Her novels include The Crocodile Hotel, The Light Horse Ghost, Benevolence and her latest debut into Crime fic on Madukka: the River Serpent. @ The Moruya Waterfront Hotel Thursday 1st December, 12pm—2pm $25 for a 2 course lunch Bookings Essen al — 4474 2242

MR. Bert Coppin, who was the successful tenderer for the contract, has commenced the work of erec ng a dwarf retaining fence at the Moruya Court House. ONE of Nelligen’s oldest iden es in the person of Mr. Albert Edward Webber, died at the age of 79 years on 14th inst. With the excep on of one son, his family of four stalwart sons and daughters with their mother were present at the death-bed. The funeral took place on 16th, the remains being interred in the C.E. por on of the Nelligen cemetery. … MR. A Fenning’s punt, loaded with logs, foundered off Schnapper Point, Bateman’s Bay, on Friday of last week. The crew had barely me to make their escape before, the punt sank.

Above: Bert Coppin in the white overalls

THE giving of stamped receipts for payments by cheque became compulsory last week. THE old jealousy between Tilba and Central Tilba has been vigorously revived by the proposal to have a combined cheese factory for the district on a site known as Marshmead Willows, situate between the two villages. At present each centre has its cheese factory, that at Central having 30 suppliers, and that at Tilba only eight. Both have been condemned by the Department, and hence the sugges on for a combined factory, and the site men oned has been selected by the Departmental officers as the best for the purpose of water supply. If erected there the Tilba suppliers would have to travel a mile further, while those at Central would have to go only about 600 yards further than at present. … The Central men, while agreeable to a combined factory, are dead up against the proposal to have it so close to its hated rival. So things are at a deadlock. If the people there were as united on this ma er as they invariably are on poli cs, all would be well. NERRIGUNDAH. –(From our Correspondent.) I have to report the death of another old iden ty, Mr. Hugh Perry, at the ripe old age of 81 years, at Cadgee. The deceased was a na ve of Kiora, Moruya, and was wellknown throughout the Far South Coast districts, and was one of the pioneers of the wa le bark industry at Cobargo and Dry River, and also a dairy farmer. Deceased married Miss Martha Inskip, who pre-deceased her husband many years ago. There were nine children, three of whom have died, Mrs. S. Ferguson, Mrs. J. White, and Peter. Those remaining to whom we extend our sympathy are Mr. W. Perry (Kyogle), Mr. Hugh Perry (Cadgee), Mr. Sylvester Perry (North Coast), Mrs. R. Goward (Eden), Mrs. D. Goward (Eden), and Mrs. J. Thompson (Kiama). … Extracted from the Moruya Examiner by the Moruya and District Historical Society Inc. h ps://www.mdhs.org.au