There must have been five hundred santa hats on the reserve behind Coogee beach this afternoon, a significant number of them belonging to scouse santas, which meant christmas dinner with one eye on the eskie.
Some people were barbequeing on the council barbeques. Some brought little charcoal barbeques. Then one group rocked up at about 2pm wheeling a full-sized gas barbie onto the grass and proceeded to cook their own weight in seafood, seafood being just as important on the Australian Christmas menu as the ubiquitous ham.
Anyway, I didn't spot a single turkey apart from ours, and with the picnic set out on a table with an actual tablecloth, I reckon we set the bar pretty high. We even had cranberry sauce. The only thing missing was the Queen, but we drank a toast to her at 3pm in good British style.
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