Overland is now 57 years old, and by god, hasn't the bastard aged handsomely? It has become that scruffy, bearded, left-leaning uncle with crinkles in his eyes and a ripping communist past, always ready to tell you a cracking story about how he Fucked Shit Up In the Day.

Because I’ve lived in Queensland my entire life, I’m allowed to say that the weather up here can be a mother-fucker sometimes. Our summers might give us golden mangoes and a legitimate reason to walk around in jocks, but the same heat can knock you flat in the middle of a working day.