What a woman!

This morning I was walking along Fitzroy Street when I saw Alannah Hill and her small son. Alannah was wearing a pink chiffon frock, a navy linen coat (you understand these are the descriptions of a person not very interested in clothes) black lace footless tights, red stilettos and flowers in her hair. She was fully made up, and carrying a large pink and black bag. Suddenly, her son decided to turn around and walk backwards, and Alannah joined him. Together, they walked solemnly along Fitzroy St, ignoring the debris of last night's clubbers (smashed eggs, vomit, old pizza boxes, broken glass), backwards. She is an inspiration to us all. The smashed eggs are there because it is a sport for carloads of young men from other places to come to St Kilda on Friday and Saturday nights, sometimes in stretch limos, and to drive slowly along shouting abuse at the locals and throwing raw eggs. They particularly target women whom they assume to be prostitutes. Charming.