This post is dedicated to J, whom I thank mercifully for reminding me that sometimes people might look at this space (and perhaps want to read something since February)...
Apologies for being tardy - you'll be glad to learn I have renewed determination to have a March listing, if not at least for the sake of a tidy archive list! I am thinking of a litany of excuses I could write here such as: a bout of flu that lasted two weeks and resembled meningitis; being attacked and clawed during a feirce netball match leaving my nose bloddied and missing a few layers of skin; falling from the doctor's bed during a check up and tearing tendons in my hand; limping with a swollen, bruised foot for days after a drunken punter walked across it in stilettos while i diligently worked, moonlighting in a nightclub on the weekend; but it would all sound like such fictitious hoop-la that noone would believe, let alone accept any such drivel as an excuse for my mediocre mood and absence from the computer...
Anyway, back to the matter of looking and watching - I am still on the hunt, to provide Sydney-siders with the most comprehensive digest and 'tour' of milk crates around town (refer earlier post). I thought I'd quickly share this little gem with you. It's worth noting, the nearest basketball court is a good kilometre away at the Cook and Philip Park sports complex where entry fetches a pretty premium so you can enjoy the top of the line equipment. But here in a quiet, leafy Woolloomooloo backstreet, the idea of basketball is democratised and set amongst the rustic charm of the neighbourhood. What I most enjoy about this milk crate is the intended pun. It is fastened to the exterior wall of a great heritage building that also happens to be the local community gymnasium. Remember to always look up!
Corner Dowling and Nicholson streets
Woolloomooloo
Sydney NSW
where on earth is that?
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