Riverland: the place to be (apparently)

Clearly, one can. On a recent blisteringly hot Saturday afternoon in St Kilda, they were amazed at the lack of any of the above. Instead, they were faced with a sea of fake tits, slicked back hair, designer shades and lumpy collagen lips. It got even worse when they were invited to the bar attached to the end of the marina, but then what else would any sane person expect from such a venue, especially at the start of Spring racing season?

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Fran, the unwelcome beer-swilling Sheila

Well, putting away your first sample at 9.45am may not be what the doctor ordered, but the quality of the range at 3 Ravens, in Thornbury, was worth risking his wrath over.

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Claypots, St Kilda: great fish and oddities

The rough hewn wooden bar with animatronic cat and dangling rubber man, French music, greasy spiced nuts, promise of $5 seafood paella and Sunday swap shops (with oysters) transported him somewhere far away – a nebulous place somewhere near the Mediterranean, perhaps.

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Returning to the UK (take some cards)

“Not really. The only time I’ve missed the UK was during Glastonbury. Bastards had sunshine this year.”

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Nice one Qantas. Perfect timing

If the smells, noises and sights on the ward weren’t enough, the day her legs started swelling up to a size that would have had Nora Batty and Bella Emberg turning green with envy certainly pushed her over the edge.

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