It's a long way to the shop if you want a sausage roll

Last night, I went out to dinner in Crow's Nest. I realised on the drive there, in the dark with no views to distract me, that I live a very long fucking way from Crow's Nest, from the city, and from any decent non-special occasion restaurant (ie not like this). Last night, I spent less time dining than I did driving to and from the restaurant. I don't really know why it only struck me last night, that where I reside is so far from most hip, fab and groovy places. I suspect though, that this new-found perception, has a lot to do with the fact that I am getting old (I submit into evidence the use of the phrase, hip fab and groovy).

I may live a long way from hip, fab and groovy, but I live a minute's walk from this:

And that alone makes living on the far side of the moon worth it.