Newtown – Inner west is best?
I've never understood Goths. All that black accessorised with more black supported by a look of world ending depression. As a fair-furred feline owner I'd be a Gothique fashion disaster, constantly having to de-lint my monochromatic wardrobe. Fortunately for this week's instalment I've gone beyond the expected 'abnormal' associated with anything West of Redfern Heights, opting to get my teeth into a deeper, far more compelling and diverse suburb experience.
Last week the Newtown backstreet-credible, Up In Lights famous, magic handed and party foot talented Vicki Melson held my hand for an illustrious and wonderfully loved afternoon adventure of her stomping ground. Thank God she offered. Originally I thought I'd get this place with a snip snap Google and a listing of the odd Thai favourite. Idiot. As a reformed ex-Brit, Vicki's been solidly traipsing about this hood for some 10 years and has well and truly earned her 'I am local' colours.
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