Northerners of an antique vintage will recall a time when the fabled city centre of Brisneyland was but a dream, and none but the hardiest of fools ventured far from home and hearth. This was the era of making your own fun because any other kind was prohibited by criminal statute (as was any form of fun, to be honest).
To understand the dearth of diversions at that time, look at the local underground radio station 4ZZZ’s nightly What’s On segment, which mostly featured a couple of morbidly stoned anarchists riffling through the so-called entertainment pages of the Courier Mail with one asking the other: “So, uh, what’s happening?” To which the other would eventually, inevitably reply: “Uh, not much.”
