The Cultural Cringe: Coming From Bountyland

As I stood with a friend outside the Palais Theatre, its musty scent floating out into the street upon the cool sea breeze, a taste of Fleet Foxes’ baroque-pop expertise drew ever-nearer. I watched as Luna Park’s rollercoaster made another lap, rattling through its peaks and troughs.

“I’m not a ‘ride’ person, but I reckon I could take that,” I declared, the carts ascending towards…

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