April 21, 2005
Occasionally I catch a train from Newtown to work. Newtown’s a happy, ragtag jumble of uni students, goths, ferals, women who rediscover or redefine their sexuality on a biweekly basis and can’t help but monotonously explain this in great detail to everyone near them, Lifestyle Channel obsessives and homos. It’s one of the few inner [...]
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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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