Hell On Earth

The smell of smoke in the city today, brings with it so much sadness. I ache for those who lost loved ones in these awful fires. And homes. And pets. And too many other things to name.

This week, Melbourne has become a city where men cry on public transport, at what they read in the newspaper. Where everyone has constantly given money, food, clothes and support for those who need it.
No one is beeping car horns to express their impatience. There is no shoving to get on trains.

It is a city in shock and mourning. But better for it in the long run I believe. This tragedy has brought out the stunning goodness in Melbourne's people.

Love and luck to you all.

Roll Up Roll Up

To the kook at the corner of Swanston and Collins Streets at approximately 6.20pm, I think that riding a unicycle to and from work is just plain showing off.

If you are indeed in the circus you should leave your work behind at the end of the day. It's all about balance.

Balance! Geddit?

Save Ferris, Save Ferris Wheel

Can you BELIEVE that The Southern Star Wheel is closed already? It's only been open a month and due to last week's excessive heat it's broken.

That was $100 million well spent. Didn't anyone think to do a tiny bit of research about the affect of heat on the building materials?

Even London managed to get this right.

Cool Hand Cops

Trained men with firearms Versus 15 year old boy with knives.

You do the math...

Victoria Police hang your heads in shame.

How does this possibly happen?

He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not

I've walked past the same couple two nights in a row after work.
Both times they've been arguing. Well, he's been yelling at her and she's had the same defeated look on her face, with a touch of terror in her eyes. I am comfortable in making the assumption that this is a pattern.

Get out now girl.

If someone makes you frightened they're no good for you. You're better than that, no matter what he tells you.

Holy Smoke

You can smoke cones on the steps of St Paul's Cathedral in broad daylight.

6.27 in the pm to be exact.

God doesn't care and neither do The Filth apparently.

Rock on.

Melbourne Knievel

To the motorcyclist that mounted the pavement on the corner of Little Collins and Swanston Street tonight, and proceeded to coast down the pavement so he could do a right hand turn into Collins Street - what were you thinking?

That you'd get away with it?

Cause you did.

Well done you!

This kind of reckless behaviour on the streets of our fair city would normally make my blood boil, but I was left impressed by this guys sheer gumption.

Don't do again but, OK? Someone might get hurt.