Sydney's trashbag heart oozes... well ooze early in the morning. It reminds me of how dodgy King's Cross used to be.

Ever been in Taylor's Square at 6am on a Saturday morning, and been sober? To say it's a view of humanity at its most depraved is being overly generous. You could shoot a sequel to The Killing Fields here on some overcast mornings. There's fights, injuries, drugged out ravers, drugged out gay people, young professionals up early having coffee and people jogging to work. It's Sydney's melting pot at boiling point, and considering how dangerous it's meant to be, you actually feel surprisingly safe. Maybe it's ambulances hanging around for people to hurt themselves, I'm not sure.

The City of Sydney council is looking to renovate the Square, which would be about the fourth time since just before the Olympics. Personally, I like it just the way it is now: the fountain seems to wash away a lot of the vomit and vomit smells.

Congregating around the more affluent suburbs of Balmain and the Lower North Shore, Sydney's Yummy Mummys are recognised by their designer maternity wear, their industrial strength strollers that cost more than most second-hand cars, and the fact they aren't at work during the day.

Are these the model wives of multi-millionaire bankers and stock brokers? Or just the model wives of millionaire lawyers and solicitors? We'll never know.

And if you work in a cafe, they'll order a coffee in a way you've never imagined possible before: with half the milk soy and luke warm, half cold skim and the coffee half decaf, with the foam not too thick.

One image sums up Norton Street in my mind: a young man doing tearing up the block doing a wheelie on a Vespa Scooter. Say no more.

Lygon Street's poorer little brother, this was originally Sydney's home of cafe culture and Italian food, but has in recent years become a poor imitation of its former self. It's crowded, overpriced, and with the arrival of the Forum, a fake imitation. Yes, Norton Street is very Sydney indeed.