by Zolton in New Illustration on Tuesday 26 December 2006

You can really tell it’s summer in Australia when the dulcet tones of Richie Benaud booms out of the tele whilst the grasshoppers outside make a racket by rubbing their legs together in the balmy heat of the midday sun. How the hell the damn things don’t spontaneously combust I’ll never know. [illustrations by Peter Ferguson]