The weird and wonderful vagrants who roam the streets of Surry Hills have once again proven themselves to be a class act.
There is simply no accounting for taste, and the bottle of Verve discarded at the corner of Crown and Arthur outside Toko is testament to the style of bum that inhabits our streets.
It does however beg the question: what was being celebrated?
Any thoughts? Feel free to contact us: we’d love to get your take…
