Tag 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”.

Spring Stroll

You know how some people go about their morning walk at break-net speed with a pair of headphones presumably blasting loud dance music into their ears? Or maybe it’s a … Read the rest “Spring Stroll”

Sunday in Surry

It’s Sunday evening, and the forecast very high temperatures don’t seem to have materialised. It’s been more a “warm day” than a “hot day”. In my area that’s meant lots … Read the rest “Sunday in Surry”

Flash Car on Crown Street

The flash car outside the pizza shop was attracting a lot of attention tonight. While I was inside waiting for my Chicken Calzone, there was a steady stream of people … Read the rest “Flash Car on Crown Street”

Surry State of Affairs

“It’s my last day”, the bloke behind the counter said to me. “What?”, I asked half in disbelief, and half because he has quite a thick accent. The owner of … Read the rest “Surry State of Affairs”

Small Bar Friday

“I say they’re just not looking hard enough” was the phrase used by Laura in response to the sometimes-held belief that Sydney doesn’t have enough interesting bars. I’d invited her … Read the rest “Small Bar Friday”