Reviews from Australia Begin to Trickle In

Hi Ed,
Just saw the report on Foreign Correspondent (thank god for public television!). Great story by Michael Maher. Good luck with keeping the development bastards at bay. Hope you're having great weather there.
It's approaching winter here and we REALLY need rain. Terrible drought. Hope you all have a great day at the Chelsea. Would love to visit there one day (if you're still there!)
Kind regards from Melbourne, Australia
Jules
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Hi Ed,

Just saw your piece on Australia's Foreign Correspondent.  (Only wish it could have gone for longer)  What on Earth was that hanging around Cindy Gallops' neck, (a New York rat perhaps).  Loved it.  Best wishes to everyone at the Chelsea.  Keep fighting the good fight.

Britta

Sydney, Australia

It's another night in Sydney under the flightpath, with the gentle hum and glow of the cathode ray in every square house on every straight street, lulling us all to sleep. I too am getting my dose of the flickering elixir. I'm watching the A.B.C and thankful that Murdoch doesn't own this little broadcasting corporation yet. Thankful, because if he did, I wouldn't be watching a story on the Chelsea Hotel, and remembering my few days there early last year.

Growing up in Australia you long for places like the Chelsea. The sun beats down here and with it the persistent, endlessly insistent knowledge that it's not going to rain, and nothing is going to change, and no one will hear you unless you run, or swim or fly over the seas, or at the least, crawl quietly into the TV. New York is TV. Late night TV. Letterman. leather man. noise. hammer-ophobia in the 20s as the buildings went up, scraping the sky. new york is up.

so I got in a plane and flew up up and away and it wasn't until I made it to the Chelsea that I felt home. Dogs in the lobby. a pat and a chat. Working in my room and then walking. whiteley!! Goodwill for all men and women and folk like me alienated elsewhere. Dublin comes close, you can sneak up on the magic, but even the thinkers there knew to run here.

I'd love to come back. Maybe late this year. I was saddened to see the old dame under attack from the likes of your over the road neighbour. what did jeff tweedy sing? "When the devil came, he was not red, he was CHROME and he said....come with me...."

That said, I'd offer a soul if even the devil could put in a good word to Stanley for me...please sir, some bread?? or at the least, a place in Chelsea to lay my weary, troubled head.
cam

Hey, I am here in Sydney. Just saw the Foreign Correspondent report. What a pity if such a disaster were to befall the hotel. I hope you guys can fight against all those yuppies invading your hotel!
Pigeon Poo