Frankston – one hell of a hole

Fightnight - another fight in Frankston

Bayside cities have long enjoyed their good name, due to nearby beach, flashy houses and good entertainment and restaurants. But their comes a time when the people who live there, can let all that go to waste. Frankston is suffering from a case of great place, weird people syndrome. Its council is taking massive steps to overcome this, but its a long road to recovery. Even nearby Olivers Hill has a different name yet still shares the same postcode, therefore making it a sub-suburb, which means its really Frankston with a different name to keep the rich folk happy.

When I say the people of Frankston are a strange bunch, I am talking of a very small minority, its just you seem to see them everywhere, all the good people are in hiding. Some of the characters I saw the other day were classic examples. One girl in a Commodore flashed her breasts at a group of middle aged men at a cafe, another guy had more piecings than brain cells, a heavy metal t-shirt and he was attending the latest Harry Potter movie. The old folk move quicker, as if to spend the least amount of time in the public arena of Frankston. The shops are strange too, there is a seconds store that is so big it has an elavator, and there is a factory outlet called "Factory Outlet" and I can re-assure you, there is minimal items in that store that look like they were ever meant to be sold to the public, let alone came from a factory.

I wanted to go to an electronics store, and was bitterly dissapointed when I couldn't find one, but the shopping centre did list an internet booth under electronics. I would have figured that would be under communications, but Frankston is unique. Even their shopping centre carpark is under a pay per hour scheme. One of only two places in metro melbourne getting away with that.

One night in Frankston I had to fill up with petrol and feared for my life as a man starting yelling, thankfully he was calling out to a mate that came out from the carpark. I've seen a fight or two that make Frankston the fight capital of the bayside.

There are stickers that were distributed by the mayor reading "I love Frankston", simple really, but it worries me, that anyone could love it. Maybe I've been too harsh on the poor suburb. Oh well they'll get over it.