Money money money money, money - How expensive is Melbourne?

This post was inevitable ‘How expensive is Melbourne’, so look away if you know the ending ‘Money money money money, money’, is what I am running out of and need to amp up the job hunt. The issue here is not the fact that I don't have a job after three weeks (this was expected), but what I underestimated was the strength of the Australian dollar compared to my battered GBP and the freaking insanely high cost of living in Melbourne (Why do you think Tiger Woods only come to Melbourne when he gets paid to play?). The Melbourne house prices are world renowned for being inflated, but when you need to spend over 1$ to buy a Dim Sim (most amazing hangover food ever) and almost $10 for a pint of beer, you need to question how life here has gotten so expensive. It’s not like wages have risen at the same rate. Melbourne gets voted the most livable city every other year, who is it livable for, over paid sports stars and the people in government who abuse their privileges? Every time I leave the house, why do I feel I have little Artful Dodger's picking my pocket at every turn.

Since my return, I have been to more restaurant than I used to living in London. After a visit to the supermarket, I understand why so many friends have asked me to dinner, it’s cheaper to dine out at amazing restaurants than make a meal at home. Healthy fast food such as sushi and bubble tea's, are cheaper than making it yourself. Wine as well, is amazingly priced. WOW, I seem to have regressed back to my university diet, sushi rolls and cheap full-bodied wine. The only way I recognise myself apart from the facial hair, is that I don't think I live in Compton anymore and ware my excessively baggy jeans half-way down my ass, yet that still seems to be in fashion. Oh! on fashion, sorry Ms. Jackson, but when did a designer in Melbourne have the same brand equity as Armani or Chanel to charge as much as they do for their clobber. I have realised that my have to let my wardrobe regress to colourful and baggy 90’s hip-hop fashion and 2000’s rave couture, but as God is my witness, I will never buy an item of clothing from this country.   Money didn’t matter yesterday, and it sure don't matter 2 night, really…. is that why I am enjoying the joys of raw seafood surrounded in rice and wrapped in seaweed dressed in 
mustard and burgundy tent.