Subbuteo FA Cup winners Arsenal

Little Plastic Men on Sticks

The Goalkeeper’s Fear of the Penalty Kick

Dinosaur’s graveyard

A. Abandoned by owner when petrol hit $1.50 a litre;
B. Seized and burned by irate northern suburbs bunch cut off on Pascoe Vale Road;
C. Incinerated when crew got lost going cross-country and tried to barbecue the upholstery.

Pastrami on rye

More like pasta dura, a la Todd at La Paloma. Really hand-made, and you see the hands that make it. And talk to them: “Front page of The Age, eh?”
“Front page of the food section. Would rather be on the front page of sport.”
“‘Brunswick’s biggest soccer fan’.”
And a short black with that faint licorice taste. What coffee is that? Seven dollars all up.

Sandwich hands

We had those ready-made sandwiches that come in little rectangular cardboard packages. The others all said the idea was copied from a business in London called Pret-a-Manger. I don’t care if that’s the case or not. The sandwiches are supposed to be hand-made. They cost six dollars. Hand-made in a culinary sweat-shop on the outskirts of Bangkok, cut and packed in time to make the daily 10pm flight to Melbourne, and in the shops here by 8.30am the next day.