Watching the sun set over North Fitzroy (or Fitzroy North if you are realestate.com.au) alone, from the vantage point of one of Super Tasty Rooster’s sidewalk tables gives one a unique perspective on life. It is a perspective not unlike that of a would-be suicide victim (I imagine) – one that urban lore would no doubt refer to as a ‘low point’ in one’s existence.
So what, dear reader, could make this infintessimally base moment of existence lower than I had previously imagined possible? Hearing my name being called through the dusky air, that’s what. The call emanated from the mouth of Baker’s housemate, no less. A perenially well-dressed specimen – just the type you do not want catching you indulging in a filthy addiction such as charcoal chicken, alone on a Sunday night watching sunsets. Great. The call came again, like a scene from Picnic at Hanging Rock, except my name isn’t Miranda. Like a deer blinded by headlights I realised there was absolutely nowhere to hide. She had clearly already spotted me, my hair is regrettably recognisable and the only thing that would make this whole situation more awkward at this point would be if I jumped up and ran off. So, I was forced to confront her, all smiles and conviviality, whilst I attempted to explain why I was consorting with a chicken carcass at this hour on a Sunday. Horrendous. Luckily she is as kind as she is well-dressed so she didn’t chide me for my choice of companion as much as I may have if the situation were reversed.
The best part about the whole thing is that I have taken it as further proof of my psychicism. As I was sitting down avec chicken, the thought had flashed through my mind that in the incestuous inner north, someone was bound to spot me. Furthermore, I do not lie, but the person who sprung to mind as a possibility was no other than Baker’s housemate! Whether this was my mind producing a likely candidate from aforementioned people who I would rather swallow arsenic than be caught in this compromising position by, or whether my ESP was in overdrive we shall never know. However I have learnt my lesson, and now that I am in karma debit, next time I catch someone indulging in a vice I shall be suitably compassionate. Oh, and do try Super Tasty Rooster – Scotchmer St, North Fitzroy – it’s to die for!
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Cheers,
Pope
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