No story here, folks. Just a guide to a few a of my favourite books about my favourite city:

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Suburbs near MELBOURNE:

West Melbourne West Melbourne North Melbourne Royal Melbourne Hospital University of Melbourne Carlton Fitzroy Collingwood Abbotsford
West Melbourne West Melbourne North Melbourne MELBOURNE MELBOURNE Carlton Fitzroy Collingwood Abbotsford
South Wharf Southbank Southbank MELBOURNE MELBOURNE MELBOURNE MELBOURNE South Yarra South Yarra
Southbank South Melbourne South Melbourne MELBOURNE MELBOURNE MELBOURNE MELBOURNE South Yarra South Yarra
Port Phillip Bay Middle Park Albert Park Albert Park St Kilda St Kilda St Kilda Windsor Prahran


Melbourne Docklands is a 190 hectare area that includes 44 hectares of water. Docklands is adjacent to Melbourne’s central business district, the capital of the state of Victoria in Australia.

The urban renewal project has just passed the half way mark of construction and has so far attracted more than $8.8 billion of private sector investment. By completion in approximately 2025, Docklands is expected to have attracted $17.5 billion in private sector investment.

Docklands offers a mix of uses including residential, commercial, retail, dining and leisure. It attracts millions of visitors each year.

Construction started in 1997 and when complete in approximately 2025, Docklands is estimated to be home to 20,000 residents and 60,000 workers, and it will be almost double the size of the Melbourne central business district.

It is most definitely not named after escaped Nazi war criminal Doktor Heinrich Lantz, despite its obvious evil.

Suburbs near Docklands:

Mount Martha

It was at one point a widely held piece of Melbourne folk wisdom that all bridesmaids were named Martha. The origin of this idea seems to be the biblical tale of Lazarus and his sisters, Mary and Martha. How exactly people came to believe that Mary married and Martha did not (scripture is silent on the matter entirely) is a mystery, but can reasonably be attributed to the well known fact that Victorian era Christians were a cowardly and superstitious lot.

In any case, it is not the putative biblical connection of the name that matters, but rather, its attachment to the idea of bridesmaids. Almost directly across Port Phillip Bay from Mount Martha (on a north-west to south-east alignment) lies Werribee, and beyond that, Wyndham Vale, at one time considered one of the finest locations in Melbourne in which to hold one’s wedding.

However, Wyndham Vale was plagued by strong prevailing winds that blew directly to Mount Martha – winds strong enough to carry off hats, veils, bouquets and inadequately fastened watches, capes and even, infamously, bridesmaids’ dresses. These winds would sometimes have enough strength to keep these stolen items aloft all the way to the mountainside opposite – and bridesmaids’ dresses, being among the larger yet lighter items, often became impromptu kites in this fashion. The mountain (if one can dignify a hill with that term) originally known as Mount Bayview became known as Mount Martha after it became well known as the common landing place of these dresses.

The fashion for weddings in Wyndham Vale is largely gone now, along with the open plains that made it attractive. The prevailing winds in the area now blow from the south west rather than the north west, in any case. But the name remains.

Suburbs near Safety Beach:

Port Phillip Bay Mornington Mornington
Port Phillip Bay Mount Martha Moorooduc
Port Phillip Bay Mount Martha Tuerong
Port Phillip Bay Safety Beach Dromana


Americans and Australians have always had difficulty understanding each others’ accents, but this has rarely been a great problem. Other than the odd confused tourist (or confused would-be-helper-of-tourists), there’s rarely been a huge difficulty there.

Except during World War Two. At no other time have there been so many Americans in Melbourne. American servicemen – Sailors, Soldiers, Marines and Airmen – thronged the city streets, and occasioned much confusion, especially when it came to different meanings of such words as ‘root’ and ‘barrack’. Several large encampments housed these men – at the MCG, Royal Park, and in the plains beyond Essendon Airport, which were not at that time greatly built up. There was no escaping them, or the problems that miscommunications caused. Even Douglas Macarthur himself ran into some difficulties, and he spent a few of his precious hours planning strategy pondering a solution to the problem. Macarthur realised that Americans, Australians and New Zealanders would all have to work together, and that mutually incomprehensible accents would create a communications bottleneck that would hinder coordination.

His eventual solution was to turn to that branch of the US military that most prides itself on obedience, and task them with learning the peculiarities of Australian phrases and untangling the messiness of Strine. These men were soon flat out like lizards drinking working on the task, and not too long after that, they understood what this sentence and others like it meant. (They also found it much easier to pick up local women after figuring out what ‘wanna root’ meant.) The men of the other service branches were given a single simple order to follow in the event of a communications breakdown with their Australian allies – one that, ironically, has been remembered by history modified by Strine accents: “Tell a Marine.”

Suburbs near Tullamarine:


The earliest known settler in the area now known as Laverton gave it his name: Bruce Laverton was an engineer and visionary who had moved to the antipodes in search of a less scientifically conservative society than the one he had left behind in England. In the Melbourne of 1882 – the second largest city of the British Empire, the second richest of that empire, and the most populous in the southern hemisphere – he thought he had found it. He should have moved to Prussia or New York instead.

Laverton was a great devotee of the works of Leonardo da Vinci, and sought to recreate and improve upon many of the master’s devices. Two were of particular interest to him: a device for turning lead into gold, and the various devices that promised artificial flight. The former interest was relatively short-lived – after his lab exploded for the fourth time in 19 months, Laverton abandoned those researches to concentrate on the mysteries of flight.

Like the Wright Brothers who came after him, he was intrigued by the thought of powered flight, but his power source was very different – Laverton never named it himself, but Wilhelm Reich, who would follow in his footsteps, gave it the name of orgone. It was an energy field that existed within and between living things, not unlike the Force of the Star Wars films (only sans midichlorians, of course). Laverton built several devices, of increasing size and complexity, some of which even got off the ground (if he tested them in a high enough wind). He sustained numerous injuries in the course of these flights, from which he healed unusually quickly (which he attributed this to orgone treatments), and threw himself back into his work with a devotion that bordered on mania.

Bruce Laverton was last seen alive on August 14, 1897. He was testing his most recent device that day, attempting to take off with the aid of a strong northerly wind. Witnesses agree that he got aloft in particularly strong gust, but the day was rainy, and he was lost to vision shortly thereafter.

No wreckage or other evidence of his passage was ever discovered.

Suburbs near Laverton:

Truganina Derrimut Derrimut Sunshine West Sunshine West Brooklyn
Truganina Laverton North Laverton North Laverton North Laverton North Brooklyn
Truganina Laverton North Laverton North Laverton North Altona North Altona North
Truganina Laverton North Laverton North Altona North Altona North Altona North
Truganina Laverton North Laverton Altona Altona Altona
Williams Landing Williams Landing Laverton Altona Altona Seaholme
Point Cook Seabrook Altona Meadows Altona Meadows Port Phillip Bay Port Phillip Bay


Originally known as Irishtown due to the high number of Irish immigrants who settled there, Preston is a testament to how much money stimulates the imaginations of property developers. It owes its name to a need to class up a notorious worker’s slum in order to attract higher sales prices. (Further testimony to the lack of imagination of early Melbourne settlers can be found a few miles to the north, where an area with a high number of Germans living in it was called Germantown.)

The money in question was gold rush money, of course. Successful miners had it, and property developers wanted it. It was just exactly that simple. But given the poor repute of the Irish in the Melbourne of the 1860s, no one was going to buy in a place called Irishtown except for a wealthy Irishman – and that phrase was widely considered an oxymoron at the time. A new name was needed, and so the search for the right name began.

Preston was a name taken from Preston Hargreaves, often considered to be Queen Victoria’s favourite poet at the time (he excelled in creating new remembrances of Prince Albert without repeating himself too obviously). It seemed that such a name was suitably classy for what the property developers intended, suggesting a connection to royalty without trespassing against the prideful aristocrats by using one of their own names.

There was one small problem, although it was not discovered until 1879, when the Queen’s grandsons, Princes Albert Victor and George, visited Melbourne, and when asked about Preston Hargeaves, honestly replied that there was no such person. (Upon leaving Melbourne by ship, their tutor and guardian recorded an encounter with The Flying Dutchman, and some historians record Preston Hargreaves as a member of its crew from that point onwards). For the Irish of Preston, to learn that their suburb had been renamed after a British lie was little surprise, although it did help to fan the flames of republican sentiment among them.

Suburbs near Preston:


The sport of Balnarr was invented by Irish Celts and Norse Vikings in the late 10th century CE. Although historians record it as a means of settling disputes without bloodshed, the truth is that the sport was easily as deadly as hand to hand combat was in that era – and that its invention was something a little closer to an attempt to find a common language (violence, scoring, and post-game drinking being the three things the Irish and Norse had in common), or at least to get people to stop killing each other long enough to try to talk.

It consisted of attempts to hit a ball (the ‘bal’) into nets made from ship sails, using pieces of wood stripped from shipwrecks (named ‘narrs’ after the ships, which were called knarrs). It was in many ways a predecessor of modern hockey, but lacking the general amicability and peacefulness of that game. Unsurprisingly, it became popular throughout the Celtic and Viking realms, except in Normandy, where the Normans – former Vikings who wanted so very badly to be French – despised it as uncivilised.

After the Norman Conquest of England in 1066, and the following centuries of uniting the British Isles into a single kingdom, it largely died out. Even in Ireland, where the game was born, it was largely abandoned after Cromwell viciously suppressed it (and most other forms of Irish culture). Only a few players remained, contesting in a shadow league that met only at night, well away from the hated Sassenach.

The game was carried to Australia by Irish convicts, who saw in the south-eastern portion of the Mornington Peninsula the perfect place to revive their lost sport. Emboldened by the long distance separating them from England, they even dared to name the area they planned to use for the sport itself.

In the event, Balnarring never resumed as a sport. The Irishmen who planned to revive it were distracted by the lure of easy riches that the gold rush of the 1850s represented, and abandoned their plans in (mostly) fruitless attempts to make fortunes. Only the name remains of their scheme.

Suburbs near Balnarring:

Merricks North Tuerong Tuerong Hastings
Merricks North Balnarring Balnarring Bittern
Merricks North Balnarring Balnarring Somers
Merricks Balnarring Balnarring Somers
Merricks Balnarring Beach Balnarring Somers
Western Port Bay Western Port Bay Western Port Bay Western Port Bay


Few people have ever wondered what happens to the various species of chastity troll (mouth trolls, pussy trolls and heinie trolls are the best known breeds, but there are also nostril trolls, earhole trolls and random infected piercing trolls) when they reach the mobile phase of their lifecycles (after spending up to 21 years in their sessile phase within the body of a human female).

In fact, life is hard for them outside of their accustomed protective environment, and few survive past the first week after their expulsion. Of the ones who do, most of them answer a migratory call that seems inscribed in their genetic code as something akin to a race memory. They head for the troll graveyard, and achieving it, lie down and die, just as the elephants of old were rumoured to do.

In Australia, the only known troll graveyard is located in the wilderness beyond Rowville, and named for the earliest known troll to find its way there: a mouth troll by the name of Lysterfiend, who found its way there in the 1920s. Justly famed among his kind for this feat, many mouth trolls since then have been named after him.

Suburbs near Lysterfield:


Traditionally, a dale is a valley located in an otherwise hilly area. This clearly does not apply to Huntingdale, which is a flat area located in the middle of a larger flat area. It could arguably be considered a part of a large dale – one covering a goodly portion of the south eastern suburbs of Melbourne – but even compared to neighbouring suburbs, it is a tiny area.

Nor, given the fact that it is a flat plain that never had much more than scrub bush on it, can it truly be considered a good place for hunting – even to the British idiots who introduced rabbits to Australia, and thought they were fun to hunt. Rabbits could be found in more attractive surroundings if hunting them was one’s goal.

So there is this suburb with its portmanteau name, in which both roots of the portmanteau are demonstrably false. Clearly, there is more here than meets the eye. But it takes a look at the big picture to grasp the true significance. Huntingdale is located in close proximity to Monash University, and the majority of its inhabitants are students of that institution.

And there are those in Melbourne who hunt the most dangerous game, or, in its absence, free range soylent green.

Suburbs near Huntingdale:


Gwendolyn Durst was given up for adoption shortly after her birth in 1943. Her mother has never been identified, having given a fake name at the hospital, but her father has: American soldier, and later real estate developer, Seymour Durst. Gwendolyn (‘Lyn’ to her friends) was the result of a passionate night spent together by her parents before her father was posted to the front. He never met his daughter, and she assumed for many years that he had perished during the war (because that was what the nuns told her had happened).

Gwendolyn was a good student with an innate entrepreneurial bent. In her high school’s graduating class, she was not voted “Most likely to succeed” only because in 1961 girls at her school were not eligible in that category. She quickly got a job as a secretary in a local real estate agency, and began working her way up. The Sixties were a heady time of promiscuity, drug use, political activism and artistic endeavours for many of Gwendolyn’s generation, but not for her: a teetotaler and virgin, she was concerned only with making money and obsessively re-reading the works of Ayn Rand.

At the end of her first decade in the real estate business, she was the owner and manager of a small network of four agencies spread across Melbourne’s south east, about to expand with fifth and sixth offices opening in Mornington and Sorrento, and looking to get into the property development market.

It was at this point in her life that she learned of her father’s identity, and of the uncanny parallels between their careers. She repeatedly tried to contact him, but Durst ignored her, believing her to be a liar and gold-digger (which was true, but not in this particular context). Gwendolyn became increasingly embittered with her father over the course of the following decade, but it was learning of his plans to construct a National Debt Clock in New York – an act that she considered a betrayal of the political and economic beliefs she had assumed that they shared – that drove her over the edge. The housing development she had intended to name after him was instead named for herself. Ayn Rand would have been proud.

Suburbs near Lyndhurst: