I see a black door and I want to paint it red!
I entered New Farm through a very small door.
I entered New Farm through a very small door. In 1995 I was living at Toowong but was spending a lot of time in New Farm, either eating at the Deli or drinking at Gertie’s with my good friends James and Peter.
James informed me that in his view the best way to get a foothold into a suburb was to rent the smallest piece of real estate possible, a post box.
So I secured one, and within a year, I had moved into New Farm and have been here ever since. 20…