Okay about time I mentioned a pub.

Like Sydney in general, The Old Fitzroy in Woolloomooloo crams a lot of multiculturalism into a small space. There's a very London-like Fringe theatre downstairs, one of Sydney's best Laksa's from the Thai restaraunt out the back, a front bar to rival any Irish pub and a retro upstairs lounge. Thank god it remains tucked away one of Sydney's scariest streets, as this is a hidden gem. Oh, and it has Blue Tongue Ginger Beer back on tap and available by the pint.

The Old Fitz is at 129 Dowling St, Woolloomooloo.

Lock up your DVD players and laptops - cheap heroin is back in Sydney! First we had grunge, then recently it seemed like House music is back, and now it seems like one more early 90s retro kick is back - cheap smack.

The dirtiest of the skank drugs, heroin has always fit in nicely in Sin-City - we just aren't rich enough New Yorkers to enjoy coke habits and despite the beaches and climate, aren't chilled out to be a weed culture. If Sydney were a drug it would be this or ice really.

How do I know? My lady friend and I discovered a junkie passed out in the grounds of Glebe Public School the other day, lying flat as a tack with hit fit next to him. Awesome, they leave dangerous needles lying around for kids and then vomit. And i learnt a valuable lesson that day: let sleeping junkies lay.

Expect to see more tracksuits on the streets of Sydney soon - just not in the Urban Style columns.

EDIT: I saw a guy "on the nod" over a plate of calamari at the Shakespeare in Surry Hills the other night - Sydney's new millennium junkies sure have come a long was in sophistication since the chicko rollls of the 1980s, that's for sure!