there’s always space for a bit of silliness.
Sometimes it comes in the form of a Devo dance break during deadline delirium. Other times, hilarity and absurdity find you (like when we encountered a chap walking his pet duck through Melbourne’s CBD). You’ll run into a bunch of folks in this issue who embrace life’s many follies, and who remind us that acting your age is a suggestion rather than a rule. There’s a band who named themselves after emojis (page 082); a shop owner who ran a week’s worth of events dedicated to the humble sausage (page 044); and a couple who decorated their home with giraffe statues and ornamental mice (page 096). You might be surprised to learn that even Mozart, the esteemed composer, penned scatological songs in the name of comedy (page 062). If we…