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About Melbourne

I reckon it’s like drivin’ in *Ten* – “You’re not listening to me!” – cos you’re proper lost in the moment, right? Hands slidin’ about, oil everywhere, and I’m like, “Blimey, this is better than a Wernham Hogg bonus!” Last time I tried it – don’t judge, yeah – I was gobsmacked, proper shocked at how they turn a stiff neck into jelly. Nearly cried, mate, swear down, cos it’s emotional – happy tears, not sad ones!

Call to book

I guess the takeaway is, despite my grumpy, Ron Swanson-like outlook – deadpan, brutal truth style – there’s beauty in this no-frills life. Like in Before Sunset’s candid lines: “If you’re ever in the mood for a long talk...” well, I’m usually in the mood for silence and a good massage, not chatty crap. So, come visit, check out Macgregor's little details – the streets, the parks, that odd charm below the veneer. Just be ready to see the city with raw eyes.

An interview with art historian Neil MacGregor