A hipster-hating graffitiist hit the back wall of the cut-price Formule 1 hotel on Premier Lane, Darlinghurst, this week.

“Hipsters suck!!!”

And next to the jibe…

A funny dog with a multi-pierced tongue? An anti-hipster?

I can only imagine what the hipsters of Darlinghurst must have done to this poor graffitiist. What do hipsters do anyway, strike a person down with a casually placed, “whatevz?”

Heading home from my walk this morning, I thought breakfast had come to find me.

What looked like a perfect, ripe mango was perched between the bars of the Horizon building’s carpark on Premier Lane.

Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I picked it up for closer inspection. While the skin was not damaged, it was, unfortunately, totally smooshed. I placed it back where I found it.

I can’t help but think of cast-offs in the street.

And this one, on Premier Lane in Darlinghurst, had me particularly intrigued. What would I find inside: mouldy food, treasure, a body?

None of the above as it turned out. Just a musty box, painted aquamarine inside, and an old TV.

I’m still thinking, though. Only days before it might have boxed up old photos, early ’90s CDs and books, maybe for years.