Maybe in the 2030 Melbourne Show, the sheep-shearing contest is conducted with laser-shears.

Perhaps the showbags are now known as ShowSacks. The cheapest ShowSack (Bertie Beetletron) costs a mere $50.

Or could it be the Gravitron will actually split the atoms in your body and shoot them through the space-time continuum? (You’ll still spew, anyway).

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Imagine for a second that Melbourne was actually a video game. What would the game-end boss be?

Maybe it’s a certain part of Melbourne that’s a pain in the arse to drive around.

Perhaps it’s some ridiculous Connex mission that you have to overcome.

Or could it be that the final game-end boss is a gigantic John Brumby mutated by a nuclear meltdown, swinging from the Rialto?

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Every local suburb has a bit of an odd street. Maybe it’s some local residents that give the place a little too much character.

Possibly it’s some sort of bizarre architecture or local feature that makes the street just a little bit odd, or completely awesome.

Or there’s a great local legend or history around a particular street.

Maybe it’s your favourite street in the CBD and you’ve got a damn good reason or fondly-held memories as to why.

Perhaps it’s a simply just a really fucking stupid name for a street.

So educate your fellow Melburnians about the street oddities of your local suburb!

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They’re the bars that stand back while you violently hurl your guts all over the bar, wipe it down, then gladly serve you another jug of Carlton.

The pubs with dodgy sofas so crusty, you’re pretty certain you’ve caught genital lice by walking past them.

The hotels that inexplicably remain open in the face of Department of Health inspections.

You wouldn’t dare bring a first date to any of them – but somehow, they’re all brilliant. What is Melbourne’s “best worst” bar, what antics have you seen at them, and what makes them so good?

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