The Australian Christmas is an exercise in survival. History’s poets tell us that ‘heat drives people to madness’, but I suspect the dangers of summer have more to do with the insect-to-human ratio than Shakespearean melodrama. I’m not saying that we should follow the United Nations’ advice and switch our lamb cutlets for scorched cockroach, but it wouldn’t hurt to send a threatening memo that humanity is considering adding them to the menu.
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