A letter from the laneway
There is something very special about the laneways of Surry Hills, a feeling that the bricks themselves hold onto the echoes of those who once walked them. If you have … Read the rest “A letter from the laneway”
With the exception of four years in Brisbane, I spent the first thirty years of my life in the country: Lismore, Bourke, Renmark and Wagga. When my career brought me to Sydney, I was really excited.
As I knew I didn’t want to live too far from work, I drew a “walking circle” (old style protractor) around Ultimo, that reached out to Glebe and Pyrmont, but I quickly settled on an apartment in Surry Hills. And even though I’m a country boy at heart, Surry Hills has pretty much become “home”.
There is something very special about the laneways of Surry Hills, a feeling that the bricks themselves hold onto the echoes of those who once walked them. If you have … Read the rest “A letter from the laneway”
I rememered today the 1970s anti-littering campaign, “Do The Right Thing”.
Many years later, I still remember all of the words to the song.
Which brings to me 2025.
For the three decades I’ve lived in this area, my local shopping centre in Surry Hills was affectionately, or perhaps ironically, known as the “Murder Mall.” I, however, preferred to … Read the rest “From ‘Murder Mall’ to Modern Marvel”
“Did you get the mobility scooter from Antonio?”, a woman I know at the local pub asked me yesterday. Though I didn’t recall the previous conversation, she recommended the wheelchair … Read the rest “Getting around the hills”
I can’t quite recall exactly when my haircuts went from $10 or $15 to $40 or $50, though it happened sometime around COVID, I think. For the last couple of … Read the rest “The barber in the carpark”