Power Point: Back to work.

It seems my co-presenters and myself have let the ball slip on Suburban Termini.

I won't make excuses for them, but in my honest opinion, it's probably because we didn't really care in the first place.

No. Seriously.

I guess as life goes on some things fall into the cracks. Some things will be here forever. Some things hang around just long enough for the people to see what they're really worth, and then disappear into the pages of history. Some things put up a fight and go down swinging. Some things just fade into the night without a single whim.

And then there's Suburban Termini. Forgotten. Buried in the dark depths of the interwebs.

But I'm bringing it back. I don't know about my co-presenters, but I find a sense of purpose through writing on these virtual walls. A sense of power and achievement. A sense that I have contributed something to society via the interwebs through only a click of a button and the taps of my keyboard.

And that brings me to the subject of trying to preserve the past. Trying to keep a snapshot - a window - into a bygone era.

Ask anyone who knows me and they'll tell you the same thing. I know Melbourne like the back of my hand.

It's a lovely city. A city of arts, culture, sport and history. A city like none other. And there's nowhere else I'd rather call home.

From the charm that is Parisian end of Collins Street, to the new and exciting developments which make up the Docklands, each piece of the city has some sort of interesting background.

But yet, I fear that all this history and background could soon be lost. Forever replaced by memories of violence, drunkeness and complete disrespect.

We are a proud city. In fact, we are a proud state. But yet, the boozy and violent culture of today's youth and other branches of society is worrying. Do we really want to be known by tourists and locals alike for such qualities?

The complete disregard for public property and personal safety is beginning to reach alarming levels.

Prior to the 'hip-hop' era of the 1980s, people actually respected one another. Graffiti along our city's laneways was almost non-existent. Pubs closed at 10pm on a Friday night and nightclubs were a very scarce thing.

Flash forward to 2010, and today's society, especially our youth, chooses to use weapons and their fists to sort out disagreements. A glance at the wrong person and you would be on the receiving end of a violent tirade. And this comes from first hand experience.

The complete disregard for another person's life is absolutely shocking. The booze culture whereby people go out and drink until they're completely drunk off their face and then wonder off into the night is completely unacceptable. Often enough, those drunken buffoons end up out on the street, victims of theft, assault, and other whatnot.

Graffiti is an unsightly burden on society. Sprawled across laneways, railway corridors, fences, walls, telephone boxes, telegraph poles and many other locations, it's hard to think that some people consider blatant vandalism as 'art'.

It isn't 'art' when it costs local councils millions in ratepayers dollars on removing such 'art'. It isn't 'art' when people have to suffer travelling on a train with paint fumes being cycled through the air-conditioner because the train had been freshly tagged. It isn't 'art' when it affects innocent people who didn't want such 'art' on their house's wall.

Is this what we want our great city to be remembered as in thirty, forty, fifty years time? As a violent, and uncouth ghetto?

Fifty years ago Melbourne was a proud city. And you have to wonder where did we lose our way?

I'm all for preserving our past. But only if it is worth preserving.

And this dark chapter is nothing we should be proud about. Nor is it worth keeping alive for future generations to have to suffer through.