Bob, at 08:43 on May 31 1996, you wrote to Bill Grimsley...

BL> Yair... the poofters moved in.

BG> It's true! The couple who bought Alan's place were indeed poofs.

BL> They know enough to pick the best side of Newtown; the little
BL> enclave between King Street and Wilson Street.

True, it's a lovely little area now, and even has a couple of nice little
parks, which is more than I can say for my own suburb.  So much for modern
urban planning.  It sucks.

BG> It's mainly the proximity to the city, uni, hospital, etc which
BG> has caused that.

BL> Newtown always had that, and it was even better when the trams were
BL> still running.

Christ, they stopped around 40 years ago!  I can barely remember them.

BL> It was cheap accomodation close to the Hospital and Uni, but the poofters 
BL> moving in was what sent the prices skyrocketing.

They're not all poofters though.  The vast majority would be trendy, arty
types, much the same as most other inner suburbs these days.  Look at
places like Glebe and Woolloomooloo, for example.  You wouldn't have lived
there for quids only a couple of decades ago.  Balmain too.  :)

BG> The fellow next door has confronted quite a few hoons, and has since had 
BG> his VP Commodore stolen 3 times, and trashed twice. I prefer to adopt
BG> a slightly lower profile myself. :) 

BL> There's a cunt who throws half-empty cartons of yoghurt on the car.

Could be worse.  Might be brake fluid or acetone instead.

BL> It's stopped since Jess sits outside watching. I'm training her as a
BL> watchdog.

I'd give up, Bob.  You tried training her as a bird dog, and she stole the
Lebbo next door's birds, so god knows what will happen if you keep up the
watchdog training.  Be coming home with a few dozen Rolexes and Cartiers,
presumably (save one for me, BTW).  :).

Regards, Bill
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