Scary uni student, politics nerd, my supervisor selling pies at the MCG – guess where they are now
Let me take you back to Melbourne in the 1990s. It was grim. There was a recession that never seemed to end. The city had a deserted air – shuttered shops, broken windows, small bars were just emerging, built from the wood of desks from primary schools closed by premier Jeff Kennett. There was a mass exodus of residents to Queensland. Heroin was everywhere. The Russell and Bourke street precinct was all drug dealers and video game arcades.
I was young, studying and working in a series of McJobs. Two of my workplaces were arsoned. I began to think that was the natural ways of things. Places burnt down overnight and, like a character in The Road, you just picked up your meagre belongings and moved through the decimated landscape to the next thing.
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