It has been quiet of late, in West Altona’s leafiest suburban street. What a pity there are no trees to go with it. After the debacle with Rotten Ronnie Junior, of which the less said the better, Madge has taken to her room, with only a cask port and a catering pack of Winnie Blues to sustain her. There may have been the occasional foray to the Strangled Parrot, West Altona’s first and last licensed cabaret venue, but not many matelots get that far these days . . . and even fewer get back.
Hortense on the other hand, has been lurking about the jazz bars and live music venues of Melbourne, generally keeping to herself, or not, as the case may be. She may well have been sitting outside the Gold Street Gossip shop enjoying the music, but that would have been on Easter Sunday.