Thanks to pombagira, I now have a kete full of tacky crap, including a plastic tiki, a black singlet and some jaffas. Apparently, the presentation of the tacky crap is a traditional part of the ceremony. But now I’m officially here.
And any risk of taking it too seriously was removed by the oil painting hanging in the Council Chambers, of Mark Blumsky as Pimp Daddy, getting his mack on down Courtney Place.
And in other news, this course has now taken over my brain so I am in ‘absent-minded professor’ mode. If you notice that I have toast stuck to my head, please just remove it without pointing it out to me, as interruptions from reality are problematic right now.