The last time I visited Melbourne, I remember taking the tram from Bundoora into town, and being surprised when a posse (that’s the only way I can describe it!) of ticket inspectors boarded. Looking back, I don’t think the surprise was caused so much by the fact of there being an inspection, or indeed of the inspectors’ aggressive approach to their task, but rather by the “cowboy hats” that they were wearing. This was in the winter time (and, I think, three years ago — it was at the time of the Great Banana Shortage) but I don’t remember too many other people wearing hats.

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