The Crow

Old Trip Down Memory Lane

Last week I had reason to visit South-Side and my old neighbourhood from my twenties. Melbourne for many is split by a river called the Yarra River. When I first moved to Melbourne at nineteen my friends quickly informed me the river was not for swimming as it was likely to hide people with concrete boots. Think we now refers to those days as the Underbelly era. Oh, good times. Melbourne from a different time.

But nowadays we refer to the river dividing the South from the North. Once upon a time I spent my twenties living around Prahran near Chapel Street. I’ve been past several of the places I once lived only to find time did not stand still, several houses were gone replaced by new developments. And some beautiful Art deco apartments my friends and I envied in the 90’s on Dandenong Road can now be look up online. Ooh-La-La! Still can’t afford to live there. I mean the internet is a sneaky thing because I went down a rabbit hole and found this old dump I once rented.

https://www.realestate.com.au/property/42-mcilwrick-st-windsor-vic-3181/

I mean, it did not look like this when I once lived here but seriously. Now I can’t afford to live either side of the Yarra. A comedian once said “Never sit down and work out how much money you’ve spent on rent. You will kill yourself!” So not doing that, might add to that list, don’t search places you once lived but no that’s too late.

Now, who thought this blog was only about living life one-handed? Well, that’s still true but a girl’s still gotta keep a roof over her head and want to be able to get out of bed in the morning and still be motivated to put one foot in front of another, so that is why we have real estate porn. It’s not realistic, but its aspirational. Not achievable for most but it’s nice to look.

And if I may? I know I don’t normally critique films here because I don’t want to let on how much I watch TV and films for entertainment, but I feel in short, I must. Saw the 2024 take on the 1994 classic “The Crow” Can we not please? Stop it! We just don’t need another generation of young thin men with tilted heads and bad posture looking down at girls. The end.

Sisters

So, this will be a totally rare time I include the name of a business/company/service, I currently use. You will notice I don’t ever mention the name of my favourite café? Yeah, most of my followers are on foreign soil, so it’s irrelevant, but sometimes it’s hard enough to get a seat as is. That’s the only reason why though.

So, today I will mention one of the Care Providers I use, same reason as above, but it’s relevant to the story. This is also a likely example of how life has a tendency to go in full circles.

Ok, Circa 90’s when I worked in clubs with Malcolm (you can read about him here)

https://hellonwheelslifeonehanded.wordpress.com/2017/09/01/gdg-grand-daddy-goth/

He had (just like any DJ of that era) Yes, Yes what was generally referred to as a toilet song. You hear a certain song come on. Don’t get in a DJ’s way. It’s usually a rather long song/track that is long enough to get to the toilet, the bar and back to the DJ’s booth.

It was usually this one

My Carers come from Mercy Health. They manage the homes where all the retired nuns live. There is a women’s hospital (Mercy Health).

I am by all means not suggesting they are the best, but I’m never going to bother mentioning the ONLY agency that didn’t ask for me to participate in the regular NDIA audit and provide feedback about their services. Am I correct?

So, anyway, my carer today was telling me where she had to go after me. Most of my carers visit the nuns. I hear about it all the time.

So, my carer today said she was going off to the Sisters of Mercy and everything after that went straight over my head.

Back in the 90’s when I worked in clubs, I was NOT GOTHIC. But sometimes, I wore more, shall I say, socially acceptable styles to not ‘offend’ the Goths. There was always a boy with this…..

It was the era after all and sometimes I would just outright wear my dungarees (because they were light and comfy) and other times I wore my bright coloured raver street wear.

I miss those days.

However, The Sisters of Mercy (the band not the nuns.) is touring later in the year. I’m debating about seeing them. The play at The Forum, two days after my birthday.