It's weird. Queensland seems to have some sort of mythical, magical literature charm. Coming from Queensland apparently gives me a huge depth of golden memories and experiences and a more brightly-coloured mindset and probably better karma too.

I've never felt like a sunburst Queensland child. But maybe there's something to it.

Because, for me, climbing a mango tree was par for the course. Falling out, also quite common.

Wearing all black today and bright yellow yesterday doesn't seem that weird. Everyone else assures me it was.

The sun is a beautiful, beautiful thing. More of the respectful, mutual love and less of the hatehatehate, people.

Call that a beach? Pah!

Maybe there is something to it. Maybe there is a certain inbuilt hedonism underlying Queensland. Maybe we are all slightly odder.

Maybe I'm just making this shit up.