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Come to MCUC's! MCUC's Rocks out 24 hours a day. Any time during the day, evening, night, or morning! MCUC's is the place.

For mad Fusion Australian Food, MCUC's.
For Cheeky homebrewed Cider, MCUC's.
For Sessions of cheap-ass Australian, Cab-Merlot, MCUC's.
For "Buckles" of Chinese Rice Vodka, MCUC's.
For playing lots of rad computergames, MCUC's.
For reading interesting books, MCUC's
For talking absolute shit with MCUC, MCUC's

MCUC's is also the only bar that serves the "Chung Lee, Wing Chung Dragon Punch" Packs a wallop that is UNBLOCKABLE.

Or, the "Chung Lee, Wing Chungtini"

Meet "Chung Lee". (My house-mate's girlfriend; Doria.)

So if you want to hang out with a completely psychotic, weirdo, loner; just come on down to Collingwood in the old Collingwood brewery/distillery building behind the Porsche building. If MCUC's not home he's probably at the "Prince Patrick" having a soda-water and talking shit. Or at Gin Palace drinking rye and talking shit. Or at Blue Diamond talking shit and throwing things at Aiden (Hi Aiden!)

MCUC's. Twenty-four hours a day, Seven days a week, Three-six-five and one quarter per annum.

Also for employment opportunities check our website:

http://www.melbournecultureuc.blogspot.com/

The work is easy but the pay is admittedly shit ($0.00ph before tax.).

Street-arts in Melbourne

The Melbourne CBD has, in the last 10 years, exploded, peppering the CBD and its surrounds with the colours and sounds a plethora of visual and musical street art.

The graffiti and stencil-art on the walls, the Council sanctioned paintings and cartoons of the Citylights project, the urban-sculpture, the idiots who cover themselves in metallic paint and pretend that they are statues, the buskers with full synthesizer kit on Fridays, the bongo-drummers on Sundays, regular buskers with guitars during the week, the street-opera, the street string-quartets, the contemporary-dancers, the break-dancers, the Parkour-artists and other kung-fu practitioners, the culture-jammers, all a grand milieu of sound and colour and movement.

Recently wandering the CBD on a sunny Saturday afternoon I came across a shipping container on Birrung-Marr. Within were about 30 people listening to a gentleman talk about clouds. I sat down in the back row for about thirty seconds and then asked a young lady next to me what the fuck this was.

"Fifteen-minute lectures" she stated and showed me a pamphlet. Satisfied I left, grinning inanely at the randomness of this. I was ecstatic just for the fact that this sort of thing existed. This city provides me with wonder upon wonder, to the point that I am constantly distracted and never get what I should be doing done.

I keep missing actual planned events for the annual Fringe Festival but it doesn't seem to matter. Melbourne is a constantly moving and changing fringe festival. Every second week there seems to be some sort of culture-jam. Whether it might be processions of zombies, pirates or "Cos"-players or a dance routine on the Flinders St Station Concourse.

So what grabbed my attention this week?

A Citylights exhibition. These are backlit pieces of pop art that are put up around Melbourne's back-alleyways. I don't know whose art this is but here you go.