If Queenstown were a city, that would be it.
I used to hate Melbourne with a passion, despite spending my early years in Williamstown. That was during the Cainer years and I would spend four hours and more commuting to and from Cerberus - in the cold, dark and rain. Different now. The galleries, bookshops, little arcades, Fed Square. I love it!
Sydney. Balgowlah Heights in the early Nineties. There's a buzz about Sydney. Hate the traffic, love the views. Home to the Evil Bookshop. Reminiscent of SF. On the whole, I approve. West and South - no thanks!
Brisbane. High school and uni. It's certainly groan up since then. Paddington with the quaint shops and the spreading figs and Mount Coot-tha in the background. Loved it then and now. Logan City mostly wasn't there when I was. Place to avoid. Not too much "park" in Park Ridge any more.
Adelaide and Perth are exotic places for me. A few quick visits. Good points to both. Adelaide for the planned centre and the hills, Perth for Kings Park and Freo. Nothing world-shakingly horrible.
Canberra. Anyone thinks it's boring hasn't seen the taxi queue in Civic at three on a Sunday morning. My favourite city in all the world. Wide, uncrowded roads, great stretches of parkland, excellent institutions. Transport problems and an incompetent local government take the shine off.
Rockhampton. I love Rocky. In winter, as a place to get away from Canberra's chill. We've got two houses there, and there's nothing like strolling down the river bank past some of those grand old buildings, pleasantly full of the best steak outside Texas. But in summer, avoid!
Gold Coast. Went to school there (briefly), now a frequent visitor to inlaws. Surfers itself is pretty horrible, as are the vast tracts of housing inland. But give me a nice place near Bilinga, with that grand golden beach stretching away and away, and the nearby airport limiting the highrise, well, that's a slice of heaven right there. And the hinterland, as mentioned, has some wonderful places. I wonder if Paradise Valley, where my aunt lived, is still as delightful?
Goulburn. I spent three months there once, and all I'll say is that being able to walk down the streets of any Australian city, free and easy, that's worth a lot. We really have it good here.
Bundaberg. My first six months in Queensland, back in a Sixties winter, fresh off the plane from Essendon. I thought it was pretty exciting then, but I've been back once or twice, and you'd probably have to pay me to live there.
I think any of the larger cities has good and bad points. There are things to love, things to whinge about. But hey, like life itself, avoid the bad bits if you can - you only get one shot at life, might as well make the most of it. You want a quarter-acre in Blacktown or a tiny flat in Mosman with a harbour view. Take your pick.
On that note, having a bit of money makes a big difference. Apart from having the new secret ASIO headquarters going up at the end of the street - and doubtless doubling my property value in a few years - my suburb is pleasant and green, close to all the good bits. I walk the dog along Anzac Parade of a weekend, and I look at those extraordinary vistas, and I think that I am sooo lucky to live here!
But maybe a place in Paris, or high on a San Franciscan hill...
On the other hand, a slum in Mumbai might not seem too harsh to those living out of hand luggage, crowded into a narrow metal tube. What's really important in life? Champagne in a sparkling flute served by a smiling waitress, or the fizz of life itself?