I worry about what has happened to our beloved Bondi.

This iconic curve of Sydney sand has changed since we’ve been gone. Some for the better; the most recent advent of Gelato Messina and Sensory Lab coffee down the previously dead end of Hall Street is a boon.

But the hipsters. Oh; the hipsters, I lament. You can’t meander down to the water’s edge without winding and wedging your way past throngs of  mid-twenty-year-old bemoaning how hard it is to afford rent on neighbouring Blair street on the stipend they get from their stockbroker parents- all the while cleaning their thick rimmed glasses, wiping the residue of last night’s party from the …