I remember punches flying, and seeing three men in a circle, I only found out dad had been involved when mum came running back screaming, ‘Oh, God. Your father been bashed. We have to get him to a hospital.’

I’m sitting in Father’s Office in Melbourne drinking a vodka, lime and soda waiting for a friend to arrive. She is seeing My Fair Lady at the Regent and is running late. While I wait my mind starts to wander, I sip my vodka, look at the view of the State Libray of Victoria and ponder the fate of the great Australian musical…