Ah, summer. The sap is rising, and so are anxiety levels on either side of the Tasman as editors cast about for something suitably soft and creamy to fill the spaces that have emptied out as normal people head for the beach and barbies. And which fruit shall that come topped with this particular silly news season?
Yes, just in time for 2024, it’s the old journalistic chestnut over which of the two countries can lay just claim to the pavlova.
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