Roast

Sunday the 25 September felt truly spring-like. And what a beauty Spring is when she cares to show herself. Melbournians broke out into liberty-print sans the seemingly ubiquitous 180 denier opaque body stockings. Charlie Murray couldn't have appeared happier as she convinced her visiting Perth lover that, "There's nothing to see here...this is just Melbourne on an average September day". Meanwhile, the rest of the city guffawed audibly at a full day of more or less unbroken sunshine!

Over dreamy beans on the deck at Minor Place, a Sunday Roast was dreamt up for the sun trap of McKean Street. It fast developed into an extravaganza of lamb and pork and a scene stealing Lemon Meringue Pie expertly made and presented by Ed. The event almost encroached on the live music challenge, what with all that sunshine and preoccupation over whether the crackling would crackle, but was saved with some fancy fret work by middle man Fink. It was entirely instrumental and the perfect accompaniment to dinner preparations and the requisite pre-dinner kabana courstesy of Nick. I'll never give you a roasting about being ordinary again, Mr Fink. Especially if the sun keeps shining.