To Be Honest
The rain is starting to shit me.
Having lived in the country for most of my life I know how important the rain can be.
However, I think the last … Read the rest “To Be Honest”
Surry Hills
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”.
Fashionable Surry
Something must have gone horribly wrong in the kitchen at Tabou Restaurant in Surry Hills tonight. There was a period of between 30 and 45 minutes where absolutely NOTHING emerged … Read the rest “Fashionable Surry”
Would The Last Person…
…to leave Surry Hills please turn out the lights? Aside from me and a few backpackers, everyone else seems to have left.
This was not your normal Monday afternoon traffic … Read the rest “Would The Last Person…”
Building Collapse
What do you think is more interesting: standing in a park waiting for a building to collapse, or standing in a park watching people waiting for a building to collapse? … Read the rest “Building Collapse”
Election Day
“Are there any local voters?”, one of the officials called out just a short while ago at the Bourke Street Primary School. “Yes”, I declared and was moved instantly from … Read the rest “Election Day”
Something Fishy
I had a lovely meal tonight with my friend, Yvette at Mohr Fish. Oddly enough, although she’d lived in Surry Hills for a number of years now, she’d never been … Read the rest “Something Fishy”