Friends, on Easter Saturday I made the mistake of trying to buy a few items quickly at Castle Towers in Castle Hill.
It's the anti-Chippendale! An entire city founded on the car. Queues to park. Queues to exit. So much to buy and nothing worth buying. Noise, noise, noise, but no sounds that can actually be identified — just a deafening drone. A mad frenzy of shopping trolleys full of hundreds of dollars of cheap, tasteless, chocolate eggs. A monument to quantity over quality.
They are going to have a heart attack in Castle Hill when petrol becomes prohibitively expensive. I mean, this is the suburb that doesn't even have footpaths for nine streets out of ten.
I read somewhere that the inner suburbs make you mad (nowhere to relax) and the outer suburbs make you fat (nowhere to walk). I reckon Castle Hill would do both. What a nightmare!