'Summer in Melbourne in the 1980s. It seemed like I was always peeling the back of my legs off sticky seats—the orange plastic chairs at school or the vinyl of the car, where turning on the ‘air-conditioning’ was using two hands to pull down a reluctant window. I spent years of my life in rooms known as ‘portables,’ some of which didn’t even have fans. The slides in the schoolground burned the flesh on the back of my young legs. Razz and cola Sunnyboys from the school canteen came close to fracturing my emerging adult teeth'