March 14, 2005
While my athletic endurance is building up to a level worthy of the enthusiasm of the Flight Centre captain, my muscular strength remains low. In my dodgy neighbourhood, this means I can likely succesfully integrate myself into the civic consumer-entrepeneurial economic microredistribution of wealth (ie nicking handbags and doing a runner), before working my way [...]
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March 8, 2005
We live in Woolloomooloo, a city suburb which strives to maintain a glossy sheen of yuprosexual, waterfront, Russell-Crowe-is-our-neighbour style. Scratch beneath the thin surface, though, and you’re presented with what Woolloomooloo has been all along – a fairly seedy (although quiet) suburb which isn’t necessarily that safe at night. We literally have a bad side [...]
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