I meet Karen while watching the Melniks busk in the Queen Street Mall but we don′t really bond until some cute guy called TJ has a party in Wilston and we buy and consume four bottles of Passion Pop in less than two hours.

Cakeism has run riot — vast, incoherent ambitions detached from political, economic and business realities.

But, to destruction sacred and devote.

Some of her friends decided it was time to go home, but she wanted to stay on until sunrise.