Wednesday 4 June 2008

Grey

Reasons why I hate Anzac Parade, Kingsford:
  • the people who stand in the street and scream obscenities at one another
  • the prostitutes who push past you as they hurry up to the brothel
  • the clumps of people who stand at the bus stop and block the entire footpath and get annoyed with you when you try to navigate a path through the crowd
  • the staff at the IGA who are rude and unhelpful and make you feel like an idiot for insisting that they charge you $2.70 for the packet of biscuits, as was marked on the shelf. "That ticket was out of date," huffs the manager. "But I'll give it to you for that price anyway."
  • the whole feeling that it's just a corridor on the way to somewhere else
  • the general air of grey-faced malaise and misery mixed with an aggressive sense of entitlement
But maybe it's just my mood today. I can't tell. The whole place makes me think of the grey town and its bus stop in CS Lewis' The Great Divorce.

2 comments :

  1. no, I think it pretty much sums up the place even on a good day - you didn't even mention the awfulness of Churchill's pub or the 'take your life in your hands' nightmare experience that is the roundabout. (and you know already who wrote this, don't you?)

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  2. There's a brothel?!! I feel like my innocence has vanished!

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