As Australians today put aside their differences and celebrate two hundred and twenty-one years of attempted genocide, alcoholism, and lambchops for tea, it brings me great pleasure to offer up a little tribute to the Australian suburb I now call home: Preston.
Preston perches at the northern edge of pre-war Melbourne, and looks down (altitudinally) on the low-lying climes of Thornbury and Northcote. Besides such varied attractions as the Preston Markets, the Preston tram depot, the People's Republic of Northland Shopping Centre, the gutted shell of the South Preston post office formerly known as the South Preston post office, the Darebin Creek bicycle path, and the Preston Hotel, Est. 1923, or so, Preston also boasts:
Thriving businesses! Including the retailer of Melbourne's CHEAPEST electric recliner/lift chairs. Other suburbs also sell electric recliner/lift chairs, but theirs are not as cheap.
Art Exhibitions! Including this photographic display of Man With Wristwatch But No Shirt, erected for the public edificiation in someone's front yard. Note also: still-life with telephone directories.
Mid-century architecture! Observe, especially, porthole, Ionic pillars, curved-glass windows, stepping stones, immaculate lawn, appealingly contoured chimney, two-tone brickwork, green-painted guttering, original terracotta roofing, and fanned entrance steps. If I lived in this house, I would add dahlias and gladioli.
Disused factories and warehouses! This one is only a rezoning permission away from turning into a boutique appartment block with own electric recliner chairs.
Next week: Laundromats of Preston.