I REMEMBER it like it was yesterday.

Those fabulous 21sts in shearing sheds and, occasionally, in some of those stately old bluestone mansions (when the parents were away mostly), an impromptu affair would be held.

Which, on more than one occasion, led to the disinheritance of the son who had opened the house to his feckless friends for the night.

And if you had caught me yesterday and aske...