Bedlam Point Wharf/Scrub – Gladesville NSW

Hewn into the shores of the Parramatta River by teams of felons and convict, this scrubby tract of Great Northern Road is a relic revisited by an overgrown walking path. Nestled between the restored 19th century cottage of Banjo Patterson (itself becoming the churning engine room of a 1950’s industrial site – but that’s another story) and the haunted grounds of the Gladesville Asylum (another long story) this rocky outcrop has since been as forgotten as the aboriginal campsite it was built upon.

The path down to the derelict Bedlam Wharf 2012, Parramatta River, Gladesville NSW.

A ship berthed at the Bedlam Point Wharf around 1890. Image by Sydney photographer Henry King.

The first mention of a Wharf at Bedlam Point was around 1834. The ferry was operated by convict labour and could carry one horse and cart with a few passengers. It was at Bedlam that the Parramatta River is at its narrowest – which lead surveyors chart the Great North Road through this point.

The abandoned wharf at Bedlam Point.

Engineering at the time dictated a chain be fastened at either side to wind the punt across by hand. Today’s Rivercat is known to be – generally – more dependable. Unless you want it to stop here. Which it won’t.

The Sydney Gazette and New South Wales Advertiser
Saturday 27 February 1841

“The ferryman is not to be depended upon, for no later than Thursday last he lay dead drunk on the South Shore of the River,
within less than his own length of the water’s edge, in consequence of which several person lost their package to Sydney, and two of them, a lady and gentleman, were, we believe, compelled to remain all night at the “Red House” public house of Bedlam Point.”

Chevy’s Ribs/Floorcovering Bargains – Ashfield, NSW

Chevy’s Ribs on Parramatta Road seems like the kind of place you might have filled up on greasy food at before heading off to drag up Underwood Road and through the abattoir at Homebush. Luckily, if you were too lazy, Chevy appears to have offered a delivery service. That was nice of him.

Also, does it mean bargains within the realm of floorcoverings, or bargains so mindblowing you’ll cover the floor with something?

UNCOVERED UPDATE: Hope you weren’t looking for floorcovering bargains, because you won’t find ’em here no more.

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Thanks to the collapse of the floorcovering market (or a fortuitous gust of wind), the true extent of Chevy’s Ribs has been exposed for all to see.

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That 70s font, that boastful tagline! I can’t help but wonder what that difference was, just as I can’t help but wonder if Chevy’s delivery service pre-dated Silvio’s Dial-a-Pizza (1978)? Only Chevy knows…and he’s not talking.

The Sandwich Shop/nothing – Enfield, NSW

This shop is straight up creepy. The ye-olde Englishe font, the extreme dilapidation, the offputting warning of ‘NO TOYS’ graffiti’d on the shopfront…

I’ve not seen this place open once in 20 years. Creepy. It has that weird grassy patch next to it. Creepy. That chilling dull red bin? CREEPY. This guy:

"SAMMIDGES, BURGERS, PIES AND DRIIIIIINKS"

Mildly unsettling.

Spice Corner/nothing – Hurstville, NSW

It takes balls to turn a corner shop into something as specific as a SPICE CORNER, but that’s exactly what the proprietors of this ‘All Asian Condiments’ shop did.

It’s nearly impossible to read without actually being there, but the shop was indeed the Spice Corner. Even Trove can’t save this one – someone once sold a German piano out of this address. Amazing, right?

The clearest and most visually appealing evidence of its former glory lies here, on the side of the shop.

Civic Video/For Lease – Menai, NSW

Video shops have been in their death throes for longer than the dinosaurs were. It’s not just that better technology came along – VHS fended off advances from Beta and Laserdisc during its prime. Many video shops made the switch to DVD relatively painlessly, although it usually required a company name change. DVD Ezy just doesn’t have the same ring to it.

The death of this Civic in particular seems like it was protracted and painful – first it had to concede half its space to the Japanese before finally giving up the ghost, kinda like the USA’s auto industry in the 80s. Many video shops downsized as a first defence against the inevitable – DVDs take up less room on the shelves.

There weren’t any overdues lying on the floor inside. I’d say a few lucky individuals just scored themselves free scratched copies of The Real Cancun or Ice Age. The real reason video shops died out is because people suddenly realised they were sick of paying too much for DVDs that barely worked, sick of wasting time looking for titles shops didn’t have, and sick of trying to hide their tears as they glanced at the forlorn $1-each ex-rental VHS section. Yes, that collective realisation was Civic’s ice age.