I remember one boxing day in the early seventies. We were all sitting around having a few drinks and bewailing what a dead place Melbourne was over the holidays. Someone suggested why don't we go up to Sydney and being young and stupid we all piled into the band truck (which was a Hi-ace van with extra seats bolted in)and off we went. After a few stops, including one where the guitarist drank the water up on the Murray (not the river water, what came out of the tap) and became violently ill almost immediately, we got to Sydney early the next afternoon. We drove round for hours, mostly because we couldn't find a bloody parking spot anywhere, and all the places we knew of were closed - just like Melbourne so we just turned round and went home. It seems not much has changed at holiday time