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Rose Byrne: the getting of wisdom

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Funny girl: Rose Byrne has been a late convert to comedy, after many years in more serious roles. Photo: Boo GeorgeRose Byrne and her boyfriend are walking towards me hand in hand. Bobby Cannavale is wearing a scarf and a beanie but there’s no mistaking the American actor’s solid frame and pugilistic good looks. She’s petite, her fine-boned face framed by a well-cut sweep of chestnut hair and a pale yellow scarf knotted around her neck.

It’s a paparazzi moment: the Australian star of the 2011 hit Bridesmaids with the actor who won an Emmy for playing a psychopathic gangster in HBO’s acclaimed series Boardwalk Empire. But in this self-consciously hip photographic studio in North London, where Madonna and Lady Gaga are regulars and even the guy at reception looks like a pop star, no one gives them a second glance.

Byrne and Cannavale are grabbing a few precious minutes together, she explains. He’s on his way to catch a flight to New York; she’s preparing to shoot a campaign that will launch her as the face of the Australian luxury brand, Oroton. “I won’t be long,” she says and true to her word she reappears 10 minutes later, having dispatched Cannavale to the airport.

“In this business you have to grab your moments,” she explains. “You have to organise your life or the time apart can stretch into weeks and weeks and that’s no good for any relationship.”

At 35, Byrne knows all about the perks and pitfalls of life as a successful actor. It would be easy to assume her determination to schedule time with Cannavale is informed by her break-up with the Australian playwright and actor Brendan Cowell. When they split up in 2010 after seven years together, it was speculated that her relocation to New York to film the drama series Damages, was one of the reasons they grew apart.

She and 44-year-old Cannavale are clearly very much in love – he called her “the love of my life” during his Emmy acceptance speech – and they’re displaying a talent for snatching time together in the face of hectic schedules.

Both appear in a new film version of the musical Annie, starring Jamie Foxx, and both have parts in Spy, the espionage spoof starring Melissa McCarthy, Jude Law and Jason Statham which Byrne has been shooting in Budapest. “That was really just a stroke of luck,” she insists. “We’re not a couple in either of them. But it is great, because with these shooting schedules you can go months without seeing each other.”

Byrne started acting young. She was 15 and still living with her parents in Balmain when she appeared in the 1994 Australian feature, Dallas Doll. Audiences really sat up and took notice when she appeared with Heath Ledger in the 1999 indie thriller Two Hands. But it wasn’t until 2007 that her role in Damages – the TV drama about a team of New York lawyers led by the terrifying Patty Hewes, played by Glenn Close – began to give her an international reputation.

In 2009, Byrne had a lucky break when she was cast as Jackie Q, a foul-mouthed, narcissistic pop star in the comedy Get Him to the Greek. She admits she wasn’t an obvious choice for the role; Ellen Parsons, the young lawyer she played in Damages, is a professional sad sack, a woman who seems physically incapable of smiling. But director Paul Fieg was so impressed by Byrne’s performance as Jackie Q he cast her as Helen, the too-perfect-to-be-true friend of the bride in Bridesmaids. All of a sudden the actress renowned for her melancholy beauty was being touted as a Hollywood funny woman.

I put it to Byrne that she’s an unlikely comedienne and she doesn’t disagree. As a notorious “breaker” – an actor who struggles to keep a straight face when filming comedy – she’s more likely to be laughing at jokes than cracking them. The natural humour of actors like McCarthy, a woman Byrne describes as “the funniest person in the world”, fascinates her. Byrne’s approach to comedy is the same as her approach to any drama: she tries to find the truth in the character and “play it as reality”.

“Comedy is a bit of a mystery to me because you can meet comedians and they’re not necessarily very funny,” she says. “And then you can meet a funny person who’s not a funny actor. So it’s, um, ephemeral.”

Byrne is a bit of an enigma herself. She’s polite and friendly, but somewhat guarded, too. She’s genuinely shy, something you don’t expect from the actress who humped Seth Rogen in a hilariously awkward scene in Bad Neighbours. She has a self-effacing habit of apologising – “Sorry, was that boring? I’m sure you’ve heard that a thousand times before” – more often than is necessary and admits she’s a “quiet presence on set”. Ask her if she likes being interviewed and she laughs. “I don’t want to put you off,” she says. So, that’s a no, then? “It’s, ah, part of the gig,” she replies.

Since Bridesmaids shot her up the Hollywood rankings, the gig has been spectacular. She spent three months in Budapest making Spy, adding a few action scenes to her repertoire despite a tendency to “bruise easily”. Today, she’s in London and it’s all about fashion.

We’re sitting in a big, white-walled room crammed with enough designer frocks, handbags and sunglasses to fill a Kardashian-sized wardrobe. “It’s a bit of a departure for them,” she says of her new role as Oroton ambassador. “They’ve used [Australian actress] Emma Booth in a past campaign, but they haven’t used anyone for a few seasons. It’s exciting to bring a face to the brand.”

Byrne is a favourite with the fashion crowd. Whether it’s the midriff-baring Calvin Klein gown she wore to last year’s Emmys, her “ever-changing” hairstyles or her make-up – “Did Rose Byrne just find a grown-up way to wear sparkly purple eyeshadow!” – the fashionistas appear obsessed with her. “Believe me I’ve had a lot of bad reviews as well,” she says, though she struggles to name one.

Byrne insists she was a bit of a dag in her late teens and 20s, when she rocked crochet dresses and Dr Martens. The origins of today’s immaculate A-Lister can be traced back about five years, to the moment she met British “power stylist” Penny Lovell. Lovell’s sure-fire taste and Byrne’s own blossoming confidence have turned her into a regular on the best-dressed lists.

“I know what suits me nowadays,” she says. “As you get older you get a lot more confident.” Does she pinch herself when famous designers give her clothes? “It’s a perk of the job. But it’s a bit like Cinderella, because you have to put it all back into a bag at midnight before you turn into a pumpkin. It’s part of the whole, um, charade.”

Charade is an interesting choice of word: the dictionary defines it as an absurd act or travesty. I suspect it also sums up the way Byrne feels about the scrutiny and unwanted attention that come with her job. Byrne firmly believes it’s a blessing that she didn’t become really famous until she was in her late 20s, and that she didn’t have to grow up under the kind of scrutiny directed at the young cast of Twilight or The Hunger Games, for example.

“I see myself as a character actor more than anything,” she says. “I’ve never been a tabloid favourite. I can’t imagine having all that scrutiny at a really young age. Everything is photographed and videoed now – you can’t just go out and screw up and be a normal teenager.”

Byrne has often spoken about her insecurity – “I know! I’m like a broken record,” she laughs – and her phenomenal run of success has done little to assuage her doubts. “I don’t think actors ever lose their insecurity – how could we?” she says. “It’s a freelance job and there are so many actors out there.”

It would be easy to accuse Byrne of being disingenuous, but she points out she still misses out on parts that she’s fallen in love with and has to “campaign” to get the next good role. At times, her fears about work have taken a darker turn: she’s suffered from anxiety attacks and feelings of losing control and “going insane”.

It’s a paradox, she says. Actors need a thick skin to handle rejection, but they have to maintain a certain vulnerability to expose the truth in a character. “That’s a funny thing to ask of yourself. But I’m getting better as I get older. I’m getting more comfortable in my skin.”

When the Oroton shoot is over, Byrne’s heading back to New York. She feels at home there, although she still visits Australia, her “emotional home”, at least twice a year. “I found London a bit overwhelming when I lived here – I felt a bit lost,” she says. “New York feels more compact. I’ve lived there eight years, but they say it takes 20 years to become a real New Yorker so I’m not there yet.”This story Administrator ready to work first appeared on 老域名.

Living with your partner’s weird obsession

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For the love of Alice: Julijana Trifunovic with her husband Paul Joseph.Love him, love Alice Cooper

Julijana Trifunovic, 46, lives in Sydney with her husband Paul Joseph, 46. Paul is a dedicated Alice Cooper fan.

I met Paul when I was 28, and on one of our first dates we talked about the types of music we enjoyed. Back then I was into Duran Duran and knew very little about Alice Cooper, other than a few songs that I had heard on the radio. Things have definitely changed now.

Paul lives and breathes Alice Cooper and has done since the age of 13. Growing up in an apartment with his mum it was all about him and Alice. He’d put his headphones on and listen until he knew every word to every song.

But it’s not just about the music. He has an amazing memory and is really interested in the trivia as well. He’s got books about Alice Cooper’s connections with other people, all the DVDs of live shows, documentaries and music, and rare memorabilia. He knows things like dates and times of events, all about Alice’s family, information about the setting up of Alice Cooper fun parks, who he has played with and who he doesn’t like.

Paul formed his first band after we got married, but started the Alice Cooper show 2½ years ago. He’s extremely dedicated and practises by himself every day and every Wednesday with the band. This is the only thing that causes tension; my biggest argument is that instead of practising, he should be getting gigs. He needs to go out and share his skills with others, not just us.

When Paul does his shows he loves getting into character and I’ve never had a problem with it. The other day I picked out some leather gloves with skulls on for him, and I’ve been shopping with him to buy tights with crosses on. I also do his make-up. Even though I’m not into it myself, I just want to make him happy, so I embrace it.

I think one of the funniest things is that Paul has started to look like Alice Cooper. He has had people ask him to sign posters, and as far as our four-year-old son is concerned, Dad and Alice are one and the same person. He’s seen Dad in his show and watched Alice DVDs, so he can’t differentiate.

When I was pregnant, we agreed that a girl would be named Alice and a boy would be Cooper. But when our son arrived we decided against Cooper because it was really popular. Instead we agreed on Zeppelin, and it’s very fitting. He knows his rock’n’roll and does air guitar to all the songs daily with his Dad. He doesn’t know any Wiggles songs but he does know School’s Out.

There’s not a day goes by without a mention of Alice, a song being played, or some association coming up in conversation, whether it’s to do with a movie, show or food. Some people ask me how I put up with it, but it’s all a bit of fun really, and people who have known us for a long time just accept it.

Both our mums say that Paul will never grow up. His mum always thought he was going to grow out of it and can’t believe he hasn’t. She tells him to cut his hair and get over this “phase”, but it has been 30 years and it will never end.

He had a school reunion recently and everyone immediately asked, “Are you still into Alice Cooper?” It’s like he’s frozen in time.

I’m sure there are lots of people who have shunned their passions because their other half has been dismissive or told them they should be “over that by now”, but I think that’s ridiculous. Why change? You are who you are.

Love him, love his Lego

Sarah Katsavos, 35, is married to Dean, 32. They live in Melbourne with their daughter Sophia.

When I first started dating Dean, he was temporarily living in Brisbane for work, and most of his things were in storage in Melbourne. I gathered he had an interest in Lego as there were a few pieces around his home, but I had no idea of the extent of his passion.

About a year and a half into the relationship we moved to Melbourne, and that’s when the Lego started to come out of storage and into our house. At that time we had a small place with a combined living and dining area and it rapidly started filling with Lego. He’d return from his parents’ with boxes of it, which he’d unpack and put together. Every flat space – benches, the top of the piano, the coffee table – had something on it. They were all filled with planes, pirate ships or a Star Wars set.

We have the Star Wars Super Star Destroyer on our dining table which, at over a metre long, is one of the largest pieces you can get. It was a wedding present from his mum, who had said when he was younger, “When you find a nice girl and get married, I will buy you the biggest set of Lego I can find.”

This, and the Lego wedding cake, were the only Lego-related things at our wedding, though. When Dean proposed, he did it with a Lego ring in a Lego box. He went to a jeweller and had the base of a ring made out of silver and then clipped a piece of clear Lego onto it to resemble a diamond. When he pulled it out of the box, I had no idea what it was. It was only as he was helping me work out how to open it, that it clicked he was proposing. I did get a proper diamond afterwards, but I still have the Lego ring and box.

When we first moved into this house, Dean had his own Lego room. But since we’ve had our daughter Sophia, he has lost it. It means we are back to sharing our space with his Lego and it’s jammed in every corner. Having said that, it’s all very organised – sorted into colours and sizes – and he cleans it regularly. I think it’s just one of the many quirks that goes with loving Lego. Like when he gets a new set and has to put it together in one sitting. He started on the Super Star Destroyer set at 8am and didn’t finish until 2am the next day.

I would say we have thousands of dollars worth of Lego, and he spends a couple of hundred dollars every few months to add to his collection. But Dean keeps telling me it’s okay because Lego holds its value, especially the mini figurines that people collect. He’s got a lot of these still in their original packaging so they don’t get damaged. He’s also got sets that you can’t easily get here because, on my previous work trips to Florida, I went to the giant Lego store at Disneyland for him.

Dean’s very dedicated to his passion and spends a lot of time and money on it, but I don’t have a problem with it and love him regardless. I am interested to see what happens when Sophia gets old enough to play with Lego. Will he share and let her play with it, or will she have to play with her own toys?

Love him, love his bodybuilding

Jane Wallace, 47, met Bruce Hatfield, 50, online and they have been dating just over a year. Bruce is passionate about bodybuilding.

I can’t remember who started chatting to whom first, but I do remember all of his profile pictures were of him working out and I thought he looked like a bit of a meathead. As far as I was concerned, it would just be one date and I would walk away with a funny story about the night I dated a bodybuilder. I didn’t think we’d have much in common, but it turned out that we did.

When I met Bruce, he had been doing bodybuilding for 12 years and been in lots of competitions. He told me it was a big part of his life and he trained all the time, in and around his day job as a personal trainer. I recall saying I was a bit intimidated because he was so into exercise and I’m not, but he just laughed.

Bruce trains every day and, because he has to work it around clients, he often won’t get home until 10.30pm. The hours don’t affect me too much because we don’t live together, but it does make socialising more difficult. And it’s not just the training timetable that affects our social life. It’s also affected by Bruce’s diet, which is often strict and set out by his nutritionist.

Before a competition, we tend not to eat out as there is no point, and we definitely don’t go to events where there is a set menu because he can’t eat anything. During those times his eating is disciplined and he will spend most of his evenings organising his food for the next day or two, measuring it all out in the right quantities and containers.

Competitions are a big part of his life and we have three coming up over the next few weekends. Turning 50 this year means Bruce has moved into a different class, and so has the advantage of being one of the youngest. This means he will compete much more, and he has some events planned for September and October. He wants to add more trophies to his already huge collection.

The first time I went to a competition, I didn’t know what to expect; it wasn’t like anything I had been to before. Everyone was an orange colour, and walking around with barely any clothes on. It was definitely an eye-opener. It was interesting to see Bruce in action as he is a bit of a performer when he gets on stage. He doesn’t just do the poses, he makes jokes and gets the crowd going and is very entertaining.

After competitions, Bruce spends a lot of time updating his Facebook page with results and pictures from the day. He will upload any professional photos, but also any selfies – it’s fair to say that he is a bit selfie-obsessed.

I have never felt that his love for bodybuilding has detracted from any attention from me as, even though he loves it, he is quite balanced about it. Obviously it is a priority for him, especially around competition time, but I accept it and will continue to support him. In fact, I am starting to enjoy the competitions – there’s something I never thought I’d say.

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MH17 team’s grim search for ‘remaining remains’ in shadow of war

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Pro Russian rebels negotiate a safe passage with OSCE mission leader Alexander Hug. Photo: Kate Geraghty A suitcase wrapped in red plastic is recovered from the MH17 crash wreckage. Photo: Kate Geraghty

Australian Federal Police and their Dutch counterparts at the MH17 crash site. Photo: Kate Geraghty

AFP MH17 site

Grabovka, Ukraine: ‘Bring ‘em home’ became more than just a slogan as Australian Federal Police teams scoured the MH17 crash site for much of Saturday, their quiet bagging of the previously overlooked remains of the victims lending the Prime Minister’s words with rare poignancy.

Previously just a quilt of fields, the site has assumed a personality; and it has its own dark moods.

Arriving ahead of the Australian and Dutch recovery teams and the rest of the media pack, we had the site to ourselves for a time.

Oddly for a place that has seen such horror, it was peaceful, even bucolic. Separatist war had raged through the night, but for now the guns were silent.

The smoke still billowing in the heavens after the guns’ exertions might have been mistaken as clouds; and a farmer herded his cattle as a gentle breeze wobbled the wheat and sunflowers.

Each visit to the wreckage reveals a detail missed previously. This time, my eye lit on a plastic economy-class coffee cup, sitting perfectly upright as though the slab of fuselage on which it sits is just another kitchen table.

Our local driver wandered into a wheat field and later reported seeing a man’s diving watch lying in the dirt – the second hand still turning.

But the site’s dark moodiness asserted itself. The Australian-Dutch recovery mission’s 20-vehicle convoy crept in from the north with its escort of rebel fighters, and while the site itself remained peaceful through the day, there was a renewed rumbling of guns – like a delinquent percussion section.

I wondered, hopefully, about any sense of comfort or peace that this operation might evince in the families and friends of the dead. Would it be more meaningful for them that after a first erratic recovery effort by the rebels and later by Ukrainian emergency services, that this one was done by ‘our’ people? Is it too soon to ask these questions?

How might they have responded on seeing the first two dogs trained to search for human remains as they scampered playfully about the site before getting down to their grim task? And would the addition of five more dogs, Dutch and Belgian, to the search on Sunday give them more hope?

How difficult might it be fore them to have observed an ambulance nosing into a field nearest to the chicken farm that has become the Dutch-led search headquarters for this part of the operation?

Then to have seen the small AFP teams moving through the fields, at times dropping to their knees, and using tongs to put their finds in specimen bags?

And later, to have seen those bags deposited in a refrigerated truck, which in the evening would head north to Kharkiv, from where its precious cargo would be airlifted to the Netherlands where a Herculean identification effort already is underway on hundreds of bodies and body parts repatriated from the crash.

And then another searing moment – members of one of the AFP teams hefted two suitcases, one of them wrapped in red plastic, onto their shoulders. Whose? Australian, surely?

Nobody was saying – just like the body parts, these cases would retain their anonymity until the formal ID process and notification of kin.

But what would family and friends made of all this? What would they think of the recovery continuing at its own pace, sometimes with just a handful in the field, as their 60 or so colleagues did who-knows-what back at the chicken farm?

These people were not trained soldiers, but they stuck to their task when, as noon approached, so too did a resumption of the encircling war; tank shells exploding smokily behind a nearby tree line and overhead, the sound of another Ukrainian fighter jet.

What might they have said to the many reformed smokers in the Dutch contingent, who are back on tobacco since having this crisis dumped in their laps? And who might they believe on an incident on which Dutch and Australian officials remained silent?

The Organisation for Security and Cooperation in Europe’s conflict monitors, who escort the Australian investigators and their Dutch colleagues to and from the site, said that security on Saturday was adequate and that relations with the rebel fighters were good in the vicinity of the chicken farm.

However, Alexander Hug, leader of the OSCE team, reported that incoming artillery had driven a small investigative team, which included two Australians, away from an area of wreckage near a part of the crash site that reporters have dubbed ‘the cockpit village’ rather than attempt to pronounce its name, Rassypnoe.

Mr Hug estimated that the ordinance had landed two kilometres from the team, causing it to abort its visit to a new part of the site. But Aleksandr Bayrak, one of the team’s rebel escorts, gave a more graphic account of the incident, telling us that shells had been fired from about two kilometres away, and were landing as close as 50 metres away as the three-vehicle convoy entered the village of Petropavlovska.

Sheltering under a tree on the road into the chicken farm, as much from the sun as the jet, presumably Ukrainian, still prowling overhead, he said: “We stopped on the spot. We pulled your people from the cars and escorted them to a local basement. We were pinned down for maybe 40 minutes. Some of them were so worried; they were holding their heads. Then they asked us to take them to the chicken farm”.

How would the families and friends assess the indefatigable Mr Hug who by mid-afternoon was again poring over maps spread on the bonnet of a car, with his rebel counterparts. With the rumble of incoming shelling still rolling in from nearby Petropavlovska, he needed to confirm a secure route by which to extract the investigators back to their new base at Soledar, 95 kilometres north of the crash site.

Huge plumes of smoke could be seen rising from Petropavlovska, about five kilometres to the north. But the 20-vehicle convoy’s return to Soledar was incident free – save for negotiating steel planks across a fractured bridge that 24 hours earlier had been in sound condition.

The locals have been curiously absent from this whole exercise. So what might the families and friends have made of the appearance around noon, of a local priest leading a procession of about 50, mostly women, in a prayer service next to the charred remains of the engines of MH17?

Clutching flowers and with heads covered, they gathered by a roadside crucifix where the gold-robed priest led prayers and hymns for the dead passengers and crew as they worshiped in their own little cloud of burning incense.

The priest, Father Sergiy Barahtenko, told us that the service was for “all the dead – our dead and your dead”. Showing rare courage for a spiritual leader in a time of war, he exhorted his followers: “This war is awful – it must be stopped. But we cannot take up arms, we have to stop it with prayers”.

With such a priestly admonition ringing in the ears of locals, perhaps Saturday was the right day for the OSCE to attempt a word-of-mouth campaign to have villagers return items looted from the crash site.

An OSCE official asked rebel fighters to spread the word, that stolen property should be bagged and left where it could be collected in their community – no questions asked. What would the families and friends make of that?

But what hope can there be when all that remains is body parts? When all that will come home from these fields is what one of the Australian contingent referred to as “the remaining remains”.

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Breaking : Accident near Bakers Swamp

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Police are continuing to investigate the accident.Police are investigating an accident that occurred at 6am Sunday at Red Hill on the Mitchell Highway 25km south of Wellington.

It is understood a 23 year-old Dubbo man was travelling north back to Dubbo when his car veered off the road and hit an embankment, becoming airborne before hitting the ground heavily and crashing into a tree.

Emergency services were called to the crash site by which time the driver had freed himself from the vehicle.

He was treated at the scene by paramedics and taken by ambulance to Orange Base Hospital to be treated for internal injuries.

Dubbo duty officer, acting inspector Richard Morley said that while the cause of the accident was still being investigated he urged the public to be aware of the cold weather and drive to the conditions, as well as to regularly take breaks.

Emergency services attend the scene.

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Balgownie service marks 100 years since the declaration of WWI: photos

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Balgownie service marks 100 years since the declaration of WWI: photos NSW Governor Marie Bashir’s personal guard David Glass salutes the fallen at a commemorative service held at Balgownie Memorial on Monday. Picture: ANDY ZAKELI.

NSW Governor Marie Bashir attended a commemorative service at Balgownie Memorial on Monday. Picture: ANDY ZAKELI.

A commemorative service was held at Balgownie War Memorial on Monday. Picture: CAMERON CARTER

A commemorative service was held at Balgownie War Memorial on Monday. Picture: CAMERON CARTER

Balgownie Public School student Molly Drone delivers the 23rd Psalm at the service. Picture: ANDY ZAKELI.

A commemorative service was held at Balgownie War Memorial on Monday. Picture: CAMERON CARTER

Marie Austin delivers a history of her grand-uncle Sapper Thorne North. Picture: ANDY ZAKELI.

A commemorative service was held at Balgownie Memorial on Monday. Picture: ANDY ZAKELI.

War historian Mark Edwell at the service. Picture: ANDY ZAKELI.

Robin Smith delivers a wreath for the NZ Army Corps at a commemorative service at Balgownie Memorial on Monday. Picture: ANDY ZAKELI.

A commemorative service was held at Balgownie Memorial on Monday. Picture: ANDY ZAKELI.

A commemorative service was held at Balgownie Memorial on Monday. Picture: ANDY ZAKELI.

A commemorative service was held at Balgownie Memorial on Monday. Picture: ANDY ZAKELI.

A commemorative service was held at Balgownie Memorial on Monday. Picture: ANDY ZAKELI.

A commemorative service was held at Balgownie Memorial on Monday. Picture: ANDY ZAKELI.

Illawarra Centenary ANZAC Committee Chairman Peter Poulton at the commemorative service at Balgownie Memorial on Monday. Picture: ANDY ZAKELI.

Local Aboriginal elder Richard Davis at the commemorative service at Balgownie Memorial on Monday. Picture: ANDY ZAKELI.

A commemorative service was held at Balgownie Memorial on Monday. Picture: ANDY ZAKELI.

A commemorative service was held at Balgownie Memorial on Monday. Picture: ANDY ZAKELI.

A commemorative service was held at Balgownie Memorial on Monday. Picture: ANDY ZAKELI.

A commemorative service was held at Balgownie Memorial on Monday. Picture: ANDY ZAKELI.

A commemorative service was held at Balgownie Memorial on Monday. Picture: ANDY ZAKELI.

A commemorative service was held at Balgownie Memorial on Monday. Picture: ANDY ZAKELI.

A commemorative service was held at Balgownie Memorial on Monday. Picture: ANDY ZAKELI.

Good Samaritan Catholic School student Cameron Carter at the service.

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Others served in light horse regiments or in the famous 13thBattalion, which fought at Gallipoli and at some of the pivotal battles in France and Belgium.

Casualties: the War Memorial at Balgownie.

Monday’s ceremony will start at 10.30am and a 50-voice choir, formed from two Illawarra primary schools, and an army band will entertain the crowd.

Dame Marie Bashir will lay a wreath on behalf of all Australians and an Illawarraresident from New Zealand will lay a second wreath on behalf of his country.

Mr Poulton said the community waswelcome to attend the ceremony and people could lay their own wreaths at the completion of the official ceremony.

While he will be busy with his official duties, Mr Poulton said he would take a little time out to contemplate the war service of family members.

‘‘My grandfather and his brother were at Gallipoli and the Western Front,’’ he said.

‘‘I will try to find a quiet moment to reflect on what they went through. My grandfather was gassed on the Somme and while he survived the war it led to his demise in the 1960s.’’

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