Well this is splendid news. I think I'll crack open a cardboard box of wine, pop some instant noodles in the microwave, and sit back to admire the sweeping vistas of Colorbond fencing laid out before us here in Thousandairs' Row. In the distance, I can hear the roar of needlessly revving engines, and the squawks and shrieks of bickering bogans; a persistent reminder that I live just a few stress-free minutes away from countless places every bit as horrible as this one.