I moved to an apartment in seedy Surry Hills just over a week ago. I fell in love with the place last year and finally got around to making it happen.
It's quieter than it's reputation suggests. It's ethnically diverse, civilised on weekdays and crawling with young urban families. Not the amphetamine coated gang-fuck people think it is.
Walking from Redfern after eating at a Lebanese restaurant last night - pissed as a parrot - i saw these two pairs of shoes on the Cleveland St sidewalk. Wanted to tax the pair on the right so bad, but i didn't. I'm an 11.
But in that drunken haze i realised Surry Hills is good for one thing. Making hipsters explode.