Getting a tram down Brunswick St at midnight on a Friday pretty much sums up everything that is wrong with Melbourne in one easy little section of street.
Of course, the CBD is just as bad at best, but why traipse across that many intersections when you can have young drunk morons threatening to throw up next to you (on their way to the club), guys chugging from bottles of wine whilst stepping on your toes with no apology, or speed-freaks from the suburbs spouting witty racist comments in the short time it takes you to get from Alexandra Parade to Johnston St on a tram?
Maybe I’m just getting old, but if that’s the alternative in this shithole then maybe I’m glad to be getting old.
I didn’t see any fistfights or stabbings tonight, though perhaps I was just a little too early.
x Kitten of Doom