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The Funky Booze Bus challenge on Fitzroy St: see who can get the most drunk
“prominent Melbourne nightclub owner Peter Iwaniuk labelled the meeting “deceptive and biased” and said he was angry that no hospitality industry representatives were asked to speak.
He argued that many of the suggestions were ridiculous and said licensed venues were not to blame for the city’s social problems. He accused the speakers of provoking trouble rather than working productively to address concerns.
“Encouraging a lynch mob mentality in residents who wish to turn entertainment precincts into sleepy hollows is hardly about restoring the balance, the theme of the Government’s new alcohol action plan,” he said.”
11.09 Sunday 29 June. My Sony- Ericcson is buggered and I want to take a picture. There is blood splattered on the street outside Area 61 on Fitzroy Street and down towards the Seven Eleven. Pretty much any Sunday or Monday morning there will be blood splattered on the pavement somewhere on the street.
7.45 Saturday 28th June. Grey Street, corner of Clyde Street. Ten men in dinner suits are pissing against a wall in the street. Their executive bus is stopped on Grey Street.
Peter Iwaniuk you are biased and have no fucking idea what you are talking about.
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Not a lot has changed in the 34 years since I first moved to St Kilda. There was plenty of blood spilled every Saturday on the Upper Esplanade when St Mortiz (ice skating) was there. There is some of my own blood on Brighton Road from a king hit I never saw coming. The Greyhound hotel patrons in those days would have bashed the current patrons for having a gay old time - there were fights there all the time, not helped by the presence of a couple of Painters & Dockers who probably should have been in jail. You can still find condoms in the surrounding streets, but thirty years ago prostitutes were everywhere, both sides of St Kilda Road. At least those blokes in suits found a wall, in those days, most didn’t bother. I’m not trying to excuse it, but St Kilda has for a very long time been like that, a perception that still lingers amongst many people looking for a bit of ‘fun’. Even skyrocketing property prices hasn’t stopped it.
Neil,
Gulp. I’ve just realised I’ve become a yuppy mimbie. Help!
If you sanitize St.K it’ll be like my locale in Port Melbourne where the village atmosphere disappeared once the gangsters, migrants, painters & dockers, wharfies etc were dispersed and the brawling football club cleaned up it’s act. We now are blandly genteel with house prices at ridiculous highs. Yummy Mummies form corrals of strollers in our cafes and middle aged punters quaffing Chimay fill the pubs where blood was splattered.
Sticky, The yummies are bad enough at D Chirico. God help me. I promise to urinate in the street, vomit, get a cheap handjob (or should upgrade to a blow?) and discard my Jack and Coke cans in the street this week. Make that outside Chirico but not necessarily all at the same time.
Ed, haven’t you been known to quaff Chimay??
OHMYGOD you *are* a yuppie mimbie!
Wait! I’m a comment behind.
I’m now looking forward to seeing you enjoying a blowjob and an overpriced friande outside D Chirico…
Kylie, no way. They don’t do friandes at D Chirico. Perhaps a mille feuille?
A mille feuille? Isn’t it 99, then change hands?
Lol!
High property prices have exported St Kilda’s trash far and wide.
I pulled up in the main street of Maryborough the other day, got out of the car and almost fell over a gaunt track-suited man with a needle stuck in his arm.
(Kitchen Hand Handy Hint #261: If you move to the country, choose a town without a Centrelink.)
Mille feuille? Is that even legal? I’m digusted…
Woah, Kitchen hand, your fascism appears to be showing…
KH, as ever sound advice. I think he may have been deposed from The Newmarket Hotel which is mostly a hole in the ground awaiting a ghastly reawakening as something similar to the Albert Park Hotel.
Kylie, I can’t believe you’ve haven’t done mille feuille yet. Keep handing out your (non) business card to waiters.
Ed, he was the Maitre’d, thank you.
Kylie, he still hasn’t called though has he?
Well, no, Ed, he hasn’t called. But being the Maitre’d and all, he’s probably quite busy…