Seventy-six years young, it's hard to imagine what sheer majesty and awe this structure must have inspired upon its opening in 1932. Even crossing it today, by car, foot or train is still a marvellous experience, particularly at sunset, watching yachts darting about the glistening dappled light on the harbour.

Lately however, the bridge has changed - particularly for pedestrians. Those who cross along the highway level are now encased in a cage-like structure. Put in as an anti-terrorist measure since the September 11 attacks, i see this Cold War-like steel casing as actually making people less safe. If a bomber or gunman now runs along the pedestrian walkway causing havoc, pedestrians now have no escape. Yeah, good one - whoever did that! It's so Cold War-esque some fashionista clothing label recently shot a magazine shoot that purposefully resembled a divided, David Bowie-Heroes era-Berlin that it just shot on a cloudy day with no extra dressing necessary.

The top of the bridge, which according to my older anarchist friends, used to be a place where you could both secretly have sex in the outdoors and/or wheel up a shopping trolley of beer tinnies, is now a commercialised, stock-market listed tourist attraction called BridgeClimb. Now I have done the Climb and thought it was awesome, but being a Libertarian anarchist at heart, i think the top of the coathanger should still be open to drunken student members of the public to fornicate and drink piss. So vote for me to be Premier of New South Wales.

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.