Sourdough has ruled our postcode for too long. While the development known as The Village Centre, encompassing Llankelly Place and Springfield Mall, has taken its sweet time finding tenants to occupy its lots, it now seems the dough is about to change.

Stopping for coffee at one of no less than five coffee spots, down on Llankelly Place earlier this week, I noticed a new bakery had moved in just down from the Bamboo dumpling place. It is simply called The Italian Bakery, and opened just over a week ago.

Just opposite is a little Greek patisserie-cum-coffee shop.

And the space that was vacated after “Elk” bar fizzled some time ago, has signage adorning the outer walls that Luneburger German Bakery is about to open.

With the abundance of French cafes and patisseries dotted through the area, it seems European bakeries are what we want.

Now how about a Bosnian Burek bar fitting in somewhere too?

This belt was cast aside on Darlinghurst Road, just down from Kings Cross station, this morning.

It started life as a tweet. But @poisontofu thought it was a Take It Home And See If It Works, and we couldn’t help but agree.

Too bad the tip of the belt had been torn away – we noticed it a little further up the street.

This portrait appeared on Llankelly Place, Kings Cross, during the week. It’s by someone called esile.

Whoever made it, their character looks concerned. But I would be too if I had four eyes.

Did you see the bright lights in Potts Point and Kings Cross over the past few months?

It was the tail end of a sustainable lighting trial by the council – they swapped 200 street lights to LEDs in Circular Quay, Martin Place, Alexandria Park, and on Darlinghurst Road between Bayswater Road and Macleay Street, plus another 50 street lights at Bourke Street, Surry Hills, with Energy Australia.

Energy savings of 30-40 per cent have been touted, which is a big deal considering the council reports spending a third of its electricity on street/public lighting. No results yet, but the council plans to install the energy efficient lights in all 8500 of its street and public domain lights over the next three years.

Tom’s generally outside the newsagent at Kings Cross, right next door to the train station on Darlinghurst Road, and he’s always wearing a sloppy joe like this one.

His fleecy-lined jumper is embroidered to say: “I did it with Kylie.”

He loved having someone take his picture, and turned around for me to get a clear shot of his back.

He smirked as I looked around, “But I can’t remember which one.” Admittedly, his other shirts are a bit more direct. My favourite: “I did it with Sandra Sully.”

The crossroads where Darlinghurst Road meets Victoria and William streets is busy, and there’s no shortage of bright lights. But this weekend, a phone company started projecting ads on the Top Of The Town building, right there, at the intersection.

They’ve borrowed the idea from progressive graffitiists, but I’m not sure. It colonises more of the fabric of this part of town, and the ad was pretty weak. But it’s a fairly non-invasive advertising – it’s there on Saturday night and then it’s gone – and when it comes down to it, I like the neon brightness of Tokyo (or Kings Cross).

So it seems our good old friend Porky’s is no more.

We walked past today, only to discover it is now known as ‘Seventy Seven.’ This was apparently the original name of the club when it opened in 1988.

I thought it lost a lot of its appeal when the Eurasian chick with the enormous boobs stopped encouraging the passing trade to enter inside.

I really do miss the sight of her.

We’ve never had a short supply of loaves in the neighbourhood, but we finally have the fishes too!

As I was paying for my F and V at Harris Farm, I noticed a fishy smell.

Not that I was put off by it. On the contrary.

I was, however annoyed that I had already bought some prawns for dinner from somewhere I don’t even want to mention.

Nevermind, seafood could well be a more regular feature on the menu at Chateau Darlinghurst Nights.

These mysterious plaques by Invisible Man have been appearing around town, but then we saw this.

Bizarrely, and despite mangling the URL, the person making these plaques has started name checking this blog.

Tiger Woods was one of the most tightly branded (and bland) public personalities anywhere. So with the unfolding story of 10 or more regular ladies on the side, it’s not too hard to imagine him rocking up at Kings Cross bar Porky’s on his last trip.

Every year around this time, Porky’s gets dolled up in tinsel, Christmas trees and Santas, and truckloads of lights.

A sign above the bar’s Darlinghurst Road front door gets used for ad hoc messages, kind of like a heathen take on the St Barnabas on Broadway. In June, they used it to point NRL players elsewhere. This week, they’re claiming Tiger as a recent guest.