Wednesday, January 27, 2010
I salute you, Melbourne hotel bloke.
It’s the day after “Make meaningless generalisations about Australia” Day – otherwise known as “Australia Day” - so I’m back to give this concept a red-hot crack.
Yesterday I was driving through Collingwood, when I happened to pass a hotel*. Glancing up, I saw a man engaged in a passionate discussion** with someone in the room while smoking a cigarette. The window sill was lined with books and DVDs.
If there’s an image that sums up Melbourne, it would be that bloke.
* Which was closed. Bugger. Although I did have a beer in the beer garden of my local later.
** It may have been about Hegel. It may have been about the cricket. It may have been he finally had the courage to talk to that woman that he always had a crush on***. It really doesn’t matter.
*** You know that chick that you would see sometimes at parties. Wears black a lot and bright red lipstick. Long black hair and a dodgy tattoo on her right shoulder-blade. That chick.