portable merriment
From somewhere behind me, a voice rings out as we head north, alongside Hoddle St:
"Hi. Yeah, I'm on my way to Epping now, and I'm pissed.
Yeah, I've got my traveller.
Geez, I'm the only one on the train having fun.
Nar, nobody else looks particularly merry.
Anywa, I'll seeya soon. Ciao. Bye."