There is something about the clock at Melbourne Central that really intrigues me. The intriguingness is nothing to do with the fact that it's repulsively banal - unless it is. I mean, it is about as stupid as the Cat and Fiddle in Hobart, which was probably the idea.
For the uninitiated/forgetful: there is a large fob watch above the main vestibule (I am not sure what a vestibule is but it seems appropriate - you could also call it a space) of this notorious shopping centre which is not, like all things called 'central', central to Melbourne though it is in Melbourne. Every hour, the bottom part of the fob watch gently falls out to reveal some pipers a la Tove Jansson's Toffle or that other more ruggedly sexual Jansson feller whose name eludes me, playing trumpets alongside some singing cockatoos. The tune is 'Waltzing Matilda'.
I can't help but look. Many others feel the same (children aren't that interested).
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