Fringe Dweller

Windy days in Melbourne: My haircut's worst enemy.

Go For Your Life

I think any city-type marathon, a-la today's Melbourne Marathon needs to be over by 9am. Blocking Melbourne's roads for the better part of the day making driving around the city a nightmare is not in the community spirit. Sitting in bumper to bumper traffic on a Sunday is not my idea of a day off.

If you want to run a ludicrous amount of kilometres for no other reason than to say you have done it, then you must be the kind of lunatic that won't mind getting up at stupid o'clock to get your achievement out of the way before the rest of us want to use the city.

Wise Words

A fairly sketchy looking, junky-type guy gave me his 2 hour ticket at Richmond station last Thursday night, so that I wouldn't have to buy one. I offered him $2 but he refused, smiled and simply said "This is how this town should be".

He's right.

Had he asked me for $2 in any other situation I would have said no, assuming it was to buy to drugs. This cynical and judgemental attitude shames me, I often forget how lucky I am and that those less fortunate did not ask to be there.

Thank-you fella for being generous and making me take stock. And for the train ticket of course.