Trevor is a younger son of gentry. Or perhaps the ancestor of convicts. He polices the Industrial Revolution's human effluent. A bogan, into motorbikes and long walks along the beach, Trevor loves tea and vegemite toast. "How do you do, Trevor?" And he replies "How do you do?" Fish belly up in the Murray and pigeon poo on spiked window sills. A sign staked into the lawn: Do Not Swing on the Play Equipment; OH&S y'know? Five forms of ID to comply and conform. Undertake this induction to be one of the group, (but be an individual too). Call this 1800 number to dob in a neighbour. "But this is my house, my rights, my Animal Farm and my twenty buck avo on toast", Trevor sulks. "I Like Aeroplane Jelly" he shouts over the techno of billy cans banging, blithe to the forest burning behind him and the beach vanishing beneath his feet. "Good morning Trevor", Siri softly wakes him "Welcome to another glorious day in the Colony".

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Trevor (Another Glorious Day In The Colony) Archival Recording