Well prepared 18/1/2013
Ask for a recollection from the 1970s Melbourne movie, Stork, and most geezers would struggle to recall anything more emphatic than Bruce Spence’s hilariously disgusting oyster from the schnozz scene.
But my extremely learned friend, Roger Franklin, remembered a far more telling signpost from the era that the Stork delivered.
Notice the roadsides? Not too many trees, blue sky visible, light grass cover – in other words, terrain that has been shaped and groomed by the hand of man and would have offered little sustenance to a runaway inferno.