Let the good times roll

Oozing enthusiasm between spring sunshowers; crooning along with the soft indie rock wafting up the slope from main stage; Mates - crinkled in their ageing skin and with a harmonic off-centre world view.

I'm forever blowing bubbles

Instead of alighting the westbound platform at Newtown station, perhaps I found a new exit from platform 9 3/4 at Kings Cross station. Whichever it was, my journey from Double Bay to Newtown on Sunday teleported me to the Kingdom of Feral.

The old, the young and the very young are carving out life their way in the inner city and they are a very happy bunch of [insert sub-culture of choice here]. They are certainly community minded, if the turnout for the Newtown Festival is anything to go by.

Head nod to "Jaan Kenbrovin" for the title.