St Kilda in the 1990s (by Malachi Doyle) Dear Brother, I’ve been thinking a lot about St Kilda in the 1990s, when we were in our 20s and discovering the world outside of our boys-school-raised-leafy-bayside-suburban-world of our adolescence. Anyway, to a kid like me, it was totally EYE bloody marvelously OPENING! We were lucky that our man Terry McCarthy was living in a share house in Park Street, St Kilda just off Fitzroy Street, right near the Prince of Wales backbar I loved so much, which was of course, now that I think of it, opposite that boarding house which the BLUNT! or whatever, fucked up & pimped out like the ladies it used but never recognized from their corporatised day jobs. This corporate world would of course change St Kilda dramatically for the worse, but we’ll get to that. Or not, just saying that Kaiser Jeff bulldozed the soul of St Kilda to let the nazis in for the sake of their casino & grand prix. He as you reminded me, “CLEANED UP”...