Despite my yobbo neighbours having a drunken party last night that kept me awake until 3 am. A bit of gratuitous ethnic profiling here: I worry most when a new neighbour is a young (Anglo) yobbo with bogan written on his forehead; if the person is East Asian I can usually look forward to peace.
South Sydney Uniting Church was small, only sixteen people, possibly half of them gay. Or lesbian. But a pretty fair range, and I was made feel very welcome. It does not hurt that Vladimir, the minister, is quite a hunk. The values affirmed there were ones I could share in wholeheartedly, and I took part in the eucharist for the first time in over thirty years.