May 22, 2005
This week left me left gasping in dismay after learning that our yuppie neighbours actually own their David Jones display home apartment. I can no longer desperately cling to the thin hope that they’ll eventually move out. There’s no longer a distant promise to an end of erupting laughter to constant viewings of Friends repeats, [...]
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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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