I don't know. I've been in cities before, and I think I'd know one if I saw one.

A core of vacant shops with "Vote Rhodes/Fraser/Hartsuyker" posters in the window, in the middle of a network of carparks separated by Colorbond open air prisons, does not constitute a city. But we don't need to be formally recognised as a city, because we have, as Andrew Fraser says, the Coffs Harbour Unique Character (TM).

We don't need greater housing choice. Who on earth would want anything other than a concrete slab prefab brick veneer on a subdivided half-a-quarter-acre? Nor do we need new jobs; we are happy with the two we've already got. For men, it's wearing steel toe boots and a high viz shirt and doing what you're told. For women it's wearing high heel shoes and padded bras, and doing what you're told. And access to open spaces? There are plenty of carparks close enough to the shoreline for you to open the doors and windows of your ute and, along with everyone around you, appreciate both the timeless beauty of nature and the timeless beauty of your extensive collection of Cold Chisel and Meatloaf CDs.