Greg Weight

Working for Martin in 1965




This is a brief extract of an extended memoir, a work in progress.

When I was 18, after work I occasionally made my way down to The Royal George Hotel in Sussex Street, feeling daring and hoping to catch a glimpse of someone bohemian like Germain Greer, or maybe strike up a conversation with a long-haired girl in a duffle coat. It was 1964 and the ‘George’ was the watering hole for the notorious group of intellectuals know as ‘Sydney Push’.