Remember suburban newsagents? No, me neither. I mean, who really uses a newsagent anymore? Oh sure, pensioners, but who else? I used to buy 3 cent cobbers and 5 cent red frogs here back in the dizzle, but times have changed and Killer Pythons are no longer 20 cents. Still, it’s comforting to know that newsagents haven’t moved with the times, they’re still the same ol’ reassuring newspapers-n-bus ticket puerveyors they’ve always been, so when I had a sore throat and needed the benevolent balm of some Butter Menthols, I knew just where to get them.