I’m sitting in one of my favourite breakfast spots, necking one of my favourite breakfasts; the croque madame from Pourboy at South Brisbane.

Normally this would be the highlight of my day, but this morning my heart is heavy. Pourboy will close this Sunday. It’s not the Rona; they got through that. It’s the landlord.

I dunno what the property owner is trying to gouge them for, but they’re the third cafe owner I’ve spoken to in the last week who’ve been forced to close or move because their landlord thought now would be the best possible time for a very large rent hike.

It’s almost as though… I dunno… almost as though… the owners of capital do not have the same interests as everyone else.