Posts Tagged ‘Redfern’

Being a classy bird, I walked home in the morning of the first day of the last year of the first decade of the 21st century  with my sandals in my hand. Walking barefoot from Surry Hills to Redfern with my mask in my other hand, I pondered the proliferation of glass and drug paraphernalia, [...]


Clearly the backstreets of Redfern/Darlington support a powerful posse of Malaysian patriots and Edward Lane is their headquarters. Can’t see the evidence of their zealotry? Look again.


You know that dude who’s always trying to sell/give you a copy of The Green Left, like EVERYwhere you go, Redfern Market, Glebe market, Central station, Broadway, like everywhere. You know him, right? Kinda weedy looking, pretty youngish, I suppose, but has one of those faces that means he could be 14 or 40 and [...]


The compromise

27Nov09

Running down Wilson Street yesterday afternoon, I passed a man walking his dog while reading a book. They were going along at a nice easy pace, and they both seemed incredibly content. It’s heartening to see two creatures reach a happy compromise for their needs.


Two very small boys stopped me as I was walking past the corner store. ‘Hey, have you got 10 cents,’ one asked me. ‘What?’ ‘I need 10 cents to give to the shopkeeper.’ He held out his very small hands, in which were icecreams and chocolates. ‘Nah,’ said the other boy. ‘We need $2.’  He [...]


There are many reasons to love the Eveleigh Farmers markets on Saturdays. The bourgeois buzz, the fresh food, the tasty treats. But I really love the friendly people. Like the cute dykey girl who gives free samples of apples. Or the nice flower lady who didn’t laugh at me when I asked her the name [...]


DH Loves Sora

02Nov09

  Oh DH.         I don’t know who you are.     But your love will fade.  


Vampires

30Oct09

I suspect vampires. I do. I haven’t read any vampire fiction, but I’ve watched all of Buffy and I saw Interview with the Vampire at the cinema, but I turned up late and my friends went in without me and I sat up the back by myself. I’m not some weird vampire follower, vamp afficianado [...]


‘Good god,’ he said, exasperated. ‘I’m from Canberra!’
‘Yeah? Well, I’m from Redfern,’ I said. ‘Get the fuck out of my space.’