Dispatches from the sunburned wastelands

We just wanted a life of serenity and calm. You know, peace, zen, tranquility. We'd go to Australia, we thought, land of surf and beaches and sun, and on Sundays we'd lie in hammocks all day, drinking tall cold glasses of something alcoholic and yummy, leisurely page through the no-doubt excellent Sunday papers, talk about politics and philosophy over a glass of delicate Chardonnay, and maybe throw something nice on the barbecue, if we get hungry.

....Instead, now, on Sundays, we get this:

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