Comments on: On first looking into Parliament’s home

By: Austin ADAMS

Austin ADAMS — Tue, 12 May 2009 11:02:19 +0000

Guy, just for the record Saarinen père was Eliel Saarinen. His son, of resuscitating-Utzon’s-opera-house-entry fame, was Eero.

By: skink

skink — Tue, 12 May 2009 07:26:32 +0000

indeed, quokkas do not burrow

were you perhaps thinking of a wombat, or maybe even a potoroo?

By: Gavin Moodie

Gavin Moodie — Tue, 12 May 2009 07:21:40 +0000

You forgot to say that the capital should never have been located in Canberra, but in Albury-Wodonga which by now would have bee a reasonable city.

By: Jonathan Maddox

Jonathan Maddox — Tue, 12 May 2009 06:43:02 +0000

To the best of my knowledge quokkas don’t burrow (and Our Pauline never lived in Townsville).

By: Mike Smith

Mike Smith — Tue, 12 May 2009 06:42:49 +0000

Walter… If you drink soy latte, you really deserve all you’re getting. Live dangerously, get a quad espresso.

By: John Bennetts

John Bennetts — Tue, 12 May 2009 05:08:25 +0000

“Seventh city?”

Forgotten Newcastle again, Guy?

At least you have a lot of company.

Not only has Newcastle earned the title, but it has far more to recommend it. Beaches. A harbour. A real hinterland. History going back more than a paltry 80 years. Real people, not the plastic blow-up public servant version. Things happening after sunset.

And well worth a visit.

Or, perhaps Hobart is the 8th in your estimation, in which case you are forgiven.

In the words of a certain Townsville resident, “Please explain.”

By: Walter Slurry

Walter Slurry — Tue, 12 May 2009 03:52:59 +0000

On Guy, like most short stay tourists to the national capital, you miss the many vistas and features not witnessed by those who only schlep from the airport to Parliament House, without so much as a Fyshwick Markets or Belconnen Mall stopover.

To the superficial traveller, Canberra may appear a tad Wayne Swan – overly planned, slightly awkward and exceedingly dull - but to the seasoned inhabitant, the national capital is endowed with a thriving drug culture, excessive car theft, a propensity for home burglaries and an envious binge drinking reputation.

Guy- please stay the weekend. We’ll take you to the Mawson Club to meet the foxes and vixens. We’ll show you how to score smack in Garema Place. You can drive through the suburbs spraying graffiti and dodging the incredibly violent youth gangs. Heck, we can even go to Manuka and see the apartment Peter Costello rents when he’s here. And if you’re really good, we’ll take you to a 2 star cafe for one of the most ordinary soy lattés in the southern hemisphere.

You Melbourne types are just jealous. …