TWOP is world-famous for its pitiless panoramas. One of the best is the cheerful bloke getting out of his ute in – where was it? Hacking? Topping? I can’t find it. Here’s a familiar place from that fern-burning Juliet balcony private dancer Bento. “Relentless blue sky, cocos, Beaufort Street, PoVi paving, and some ill-considered advertising. The ‘haircut and handjob’ district. Perhaps the shittiest collection of shops – bridal, pawnbroker, gym, and Blockbuster (?!).”

What do bats and Christ the Redeemer have in common? Claremont.


Keep on trucking!