One thing that struck me about Clayton were the kids. There were these goofy lookin kids in bad clothes, bad haircuts bein all lost and confused. They looked like the sort of people that I'd expect to see at Uni, not at all what I saw in Ballarat and what I'm pushed in with at Caulfield.
Not that there was a complete lack of things like hair product, trucker caps and clothes branded with sporting logos. But they weren't as dominating.