Things I won’t miss about Darlinghurst

October 23rd, 2012

Typical Darlinghurst landscape

Listening to my neighbours rotate a limited playlist at extreme volumes that would normally be appropriate for Mardi Gras comedown parties, 14 year old girls, and the autistic.
Seeing an aboriginal guy take a shit on Crown Street.
Being woken up regularly on Tuesday and Wednesday mornings around 4am when the girl next door would bring home whoever fingered her at the pub and then act coy by chatting to them for 45 minutes outside my bedroom window.
The tranny who used to steal my mail.
Calling the police every Friday and Saturday night to come and clear away the hipsters drinking goonbags in the gutter.
The cockroaches.
The maggots.
The wasps.
The time a rat ran up the stairs.
Finding a homeless person in my garage.
Having your front door pissed on.
Listening to idiots setting off their own car alarm (at least once a day.)

Good memories of house parties & wall art though…

Comment by Kristen on October 24th, 2012

Yeah, they all sound extremely valid. I have to admit, I quite like being out in the inner west. Where you off to now?

Comment by Sez on October 24th, 2012

I will miss the old place! I remember fondly the maggots and the urinators!

Comment by Dan on October 29th, 2012

@Sez – the inner west!

Comment by Annik on October 29th, 2012

Those are golden memories. Some more golden than others.

Comment by Gavin Heaton on November 6th, 2012

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