Aaah Canberra..... that folksy city in the never never of Oz.
I half expected there to be a soundtrack of duelling banjos and geetars, a rocking chair on the porch with a flagon of moonshine nearby and the odd porker squealing with delight in the background.....a genteel gardener of advanced age beckoning to his beloved to "just call me Petunia and hold me gently by the stalk".
Oh, sorry Gmac......got a bit carried away there, I did.
