In the very late 1990s I was in my late teens and in my first serious-ish job as a dogsbody for a political party. When you’re in Opposition and campaigns run on the smell of an oily rag, junior staff do a little of everything, from the menial to the major, and very occasionally even the memorable.

During this time, I was a hanger-on in a live-action display inside the Myer windows in Bourke Street. With a small handful of senior staffers, I stood to the side of the kitchen installation as our candidate made laksa in front of a bemused crowd.