The family visited the Docklands area on the weekend, to take in the new Children's Playground located in the Docklands Park.
What they say:
“A thriving oasis in the heart of Melbourne’s vibrant docklands precinct.”
What I say:
A couple of metres of dead grass and struggling trees; with no map, badly laid out and surrounded by remarkably ugly apartment blocks and building sites making it a “must-see” for those keen on experiencing what Beirut must have looked like at the height of the Lebanese civil war.
Oh and did I mention that it’s bisected BY A MAJOR FUCKING ROAD.
The Docklands Park proves what Mike Davis had to say in his book City of Quartz; viz that in any tussle between the public good and a bucket of dosh in urban planning, it’s no surprise who’s going down swinging* in that little encounter.
The Boy quite liked the Docklands Children’s Playground but I was under whelmed. It didn’t help that none of the public toilets had any toilet paper. Happily I had a copy of the Age’s “Good Weekend” magazine and I was able to tear out Maggie Alderson’s piece and wipe my arse with that**.
And I do like Hewson’s spray at Peter Costello this week.
This should be enough to convince you, but if not, then you should have an honest look at yourself. You are bone-lazy.
*I may be paraphrasing slightly.
**Thus making it possible for me to say, in all honesty, that Maggie’s piece was useful and much appreciated.