The book I fail to name is, of course, Gulliver’s Travels, but I didn’t have time to re-record it.

Larrikins, street names, barbers, provisions, the Wild West, floods and camping in a car overnight.

Skippy, Flipper, Gentle Ben, amber, faulty maps, integrated vibrating backpacks.

Dead Lion Gully, magical realism, circuses, weighted blankets, ‘Chachi and Scar’…..

In praise of meatloaf, the story of a missing island, coincidences, lists: that sort of thing.

Pies, flies, why rich people are thin, how to make a house a non fungible token and a trip to the town of Banana.

What happens when a restless British publicist sells his company and decides to move to a dilapidated old bank building in rural Tasmania.