Remembering The Golden Age, And Grimy Teapots, Of Kings Cross "It was all there, at all times, for all types. You were afforded the chance to find your scene, your people. You’d discover how the others might not be so other after all." We missed you too. Sign up to our newsletter, and follow us on Instagram and Twitter, so you always know where to find us. Our nights out in Kings Cross often started Darlinghurst, a slow, persistent crawl towards the heart of Potts Point. Rock up to Spectrum in time to catch a mate’s band play 20 minutes of soft indie rock. Head next door to Vegas for some...