While poking about in the shed last month in hope of finding
the perfect nut, bolt and spring washer to repair a broken scissors, a receipt
from 1978 came to light amidst the cobwebs. It was for a Victa motor mower, the
sum a quite staggering $379, purchased by the machine’s original owner from
McEwan’s in Bourke Street, the hardware emporium that was a Melbourne
institution until it went out of business in 1993, when the chain and its
flagship were purchased by Bunnings. Passed
to the Professor via a Springvale garage sale for a much more reasonable $30 in
2006, the mower came with the original receipt, which the elderly former owner
had taped to the handle. Thirty five years after being unpacked, the lusty
four-stroke still does a fine job of cutting the grass.
What brings this to mind is a
story in today’s Age recounting the travails of the developers who
purchased the McEwan’s building, just up the Bourke street hill from the Mall
outside Myer. Their tenants went broke for want of passing traffic and the
former emporium, which was supposed to become a chic, three-storey bazaar, is
empty and covered with graffiti. Reporter Chris Vedelago also quotes a 2010
judgment in a case brought against the then-landlord by a disenchanted tenant: “‘There was virtually no pedestrian activity, either by reason of customers
coming to deal with businesses in the Foundry,’ as it was re-named, ‘or by
reason of the so-called 'ant trail' [a new retail thoroughfare created between
Bourke and Little Collins streets],' the judge found.”
While the Age report goes on to note that the site’s future
is in doubt, the opportunity to suggest a fresh use was missed, despite an
obvious and compelling alternative.
Why not re-christen it The Lord Mayor Robert Doyle Institute
For Really Stuffing The CBD?
For those not blessed to live in Victoria, know that Doyle
was the former leader of the parliamentary Liberal Party while Labor premiers
Bracks and Brumby were feather-bedding union mates in projects that ranged from
the still-unused $12 billion desalination plant to the re-development of the MCG. A preposterous
figure, he would rise in the Legislative Assembly to make a point, be dismissed
as a pompous featherhead by the governments of the day and melt meekly back
into his seat, a gelatinous pool of spineless irrelevance topped by an empty skull and an inflated sense of self-worth.
If he showed any life at all it was when there was a bit of a sort in the public gallery and he craned his neck to take in the spectacle. Doyle was such a lousy leader of the Opposition that his replacement,
the hapless and hopeless Ted Baillieu, constituted an actual improvement.
After failing in Spring Street he found his niche at the
Town Hall, much as the more problematic lumps sometimes lodge in the S-bend, where his only worthwhile achievement has been to turn loose police on the Occupists in the City Square, and even that took him four weeks to authorise. Other than that, he has been a very good
Labor/Greens mayor, which is certainly not what voters had a right to expect when they voted for a Liberal.
LaTrobe Street has been converted under his leadership from
a broad and free-flowing thoroughfare to a single lane of cars. The rest has
been given to bicycles, as you would expect to happen with a CINO (conservative
in name only) mayor at the city’s helm. Worse than that, parking fees have been
hiked, hiked again and then hiked some more. Once upon a time, all of Melbourne
looked to the CBD for its first-order shopping needs. Now only an idiot
ventures into the CBD if there is alternative source of the desired good or
service – the former McEwan’s building being the proof of that. For decades the store thrived.
Now it is empty and ugly, with no hope of ever again hearing the tinkle of
money in a merchant’s till.
It should take a lot to ruin a city, but Doyle demonstrates -- and the CBD's plethora of empty shops prove it -- that even a man of the most meagre talents can achieve that end.