Who gets to ride the barrel over the falls this year?

Once upon a time, as Anzac Day approached, people wondered whether they’d be able to buy day-old bread and milk in the morning at the servo, and what were the rules of two-up. Maybe there were none, and the idea was to just give all your money to whoever threw the coins highest.

It's the one day of the year we all pretend we know how to play two-up.

Good times.

Nowadays we ponder who is to be cast into the Outer Darkness.