It might be hard to imagine the words "Big Prawn" and "Australian heritage" in the same sentence, but the peculiarly Aussie phenomenon of plonking oversized, kitschy attractions on the side of the highway is, these days, about as vintage as a rotary phone.
The sceptics call them an eyesore; a great lump of fibreglass or cement from a decade when, if my dad's haircut was anything to go by, aesthetic sensibilities were not a huge priority for us as a nation.
