By JAMILA RIZVI
They pleaded with me not to write this post; the whole office did. They threw their hands up in the air (well they didn’t actually, that’s more a cartoon character kind of frustration), claiming nobody would read it, that I couldn’t make it entertaining, that is was a topic duller than the history of the English language.
But the best bit about being Editor of this here website is getting the final say. And today I’m changing the rules, exercising my ‘I’m the boss’ rights, claiming the match and publishing this post.
(Shhh, Mia doesn’t know yet)
Today is the Centenary of Canberra. The 100th anniversary of the founding of our nation’s capital.
*Holds for applause*
It’s a city that gets far more than its fair share of mocking, laughter and derision; a city that is unfairly blamed for the grumpy, game playing goings-on of those who inhabit the House on the Hill; a city that is dismissed because it’s not as showy as Sydney, not as sunny as Brisbane and not as cool as Melbourne.
Well, today I boldly strip down to my tights, position my undies squarely on the outside and claim my new (self appointed) role as the superhero to beat all other superheros: Jamila Rizvi, Defender of Canberra.
In honour of her 100th year, I want to share what it is about Canberra that makes my home town a wonderful place to grow up in, to live in, to work in and to visit. And I’m going to do it all in only a few hundred words, before I have to fly off and shoot down some bad guys with my laser beam eyes and save a damsel in distress.
No biggie. It’s just how I roll.
So before I lead you all in a joyous chorus of Happy Birthday to You Canber-raaaaaa, here are 6 reasons to love the nation’s capital. (And don’t you dare groan about how many there are – you’re lucky I didn’t do 100 in honour of the centenary. Don’t tempt me).
1. Canberra is a planned city. That means it wasn’t created all hobbledy-gobbley like SYDNEY with its nutty one way streets and impossible-to-navigate sprawling network of roads.
There is also a height restriction of buildings over 10 stories high in the city (okay – slightly insane rule) which means that if you suffer from even the most severe case of vertigo, you can travel freely in the Berra.
And because Mr Walter Burrley Griffin, great man that he was, had a deep love of all things round-a-bout, there are no crazy arse hook turns like in Melbourne.