I can’t tell you what a pleasure it is to have my cousin Justin in town. He grew up in Brisbane, then Newcastle, before moving to Perth, so we barely saw him when growing up.
He moved to Melbourne a couple of weeks ago, and is now settling into his new flat and job here.
Problem is I didn’t know what he already had, or what he’d want.
Two ideas presented themselves: a nice packet of ANZAC biscuits spotted at a shop we frequent.
Or a copy of The Age Cheap Eats, to help him navigate Melbourne’s burgeoning numbers of restaurants.
In the end I settled on the latter.
Well it’s like the old proverb says: Give a man a packet of biscuits, you feed him for a day. Give him a copy of Cheap Eats, and you feed him for a lifetime.