Marks the spot
I really, really love these signs which have appeared around the traps:
Newtown Square
Near W. N. Bull on King Street
Near Istanbul on King
Victoria Park
I wish I could find more.
Every single square inch of King Street could be plastered with these, with everyone's personal significant moments memorialised.
Amongst mine would be the little patch of footpath on Gladstone Street, where the courage for a goodnight kiss was scuppered by an unexpected, and ill-timed fart. Or the perilous stretch near our old house on Simmons Street populated by verandah-sitting neighbours either alcoholic, long-winded or abusive, which, unless stealthily avoided, always resulted in a memorable earful of some description. And that wide gravelly verge on Wilford Street where we ran hand-in-hand and with arms flung wide, just for being so happy.
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There's one down on the edge of Victoria park, near the lights to Broadway. I don't remember what it says though, but I saw it yesterday.
Has Jess died, do you think? And this is Danica's way of making a memorial?
My guess is that Jess turned 21.
That is such a lovely birthday gesture
My favourite Newtown experience is telling people, quite innocently, that I'm going to the cemetery for a picnic. It invariably follows that they have smoked dope/dropped acid/had sex/run naked/held some satanic ritual etc. in there at some stage of their youth.
Gotta love Newtown.
ill timed fart....tee hee. Bless him.
Thanks Cassie, I've now added the one from Victoria Park.
So clever and witty. I like it! (And it's so so much better than an awkward semi-drunken 21st birthday speech.)
there is on on alice st right down the far end towards the barley
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