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Good morning, Patrick. Good morning, Natalie. Good morning, everyone.

(Sorry — for a moment there I thought I was on American breakfast television.)

The night is still. A newspaper suddenly flutters; there’s an ominous hum; a blue glow; the crackle of arcing electricity. A sphere of blinding white light deposits a crouching naked body. “I urm thi Governator!”

But not all significant arrivals are seen in so dramatically. A new website embarking on a journey of discovery within a fast-changing Australian culture? Well it just quietly goes online, a little sparse and a little underwhelming, like the trickle at the source of the Murray.

Which is just as well, really, as it’s far better than having your designer sunglasses, threads and wheels stolen by a cranky Austrian cyborg from the future. “Yarr cloothz — guv them tow me!”

Anyway, our Ausculture Extra odyssey is about to begin. And we’d be delighted to have your company. So see you back here in a week. (I have to write my letter to Santa...)

* Tasteless joke thankfully removed!