All hail the Easter Show, a gritty haven for milquetoast suburban kids

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April 3, 2026 — 4:30am

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Forget Botox or adult colouring books or anything Kris Jenner does to try to look like a sister to her daughters. There is one true fountain of youth, and it is the Sydney Royal Easter Show.

Take one step over the threshold into its barnyard fumes, take a single sip of overpriced but utterly delicious lemonade sold by a sullen teen, and you will immediately be transported back to being an 11-year-old trying to convince your parents that a gag bag with plastic excrement is a prudent, nay necessary, purchase.

Since 1823 the Sydney Royal Easter Show has been ostensibly delivering raw rural realness to us urban city slickers through activities like fireworks and watching woodchopping. But before you think that I am some sort of shill for Big Farma, what I actually love most is the weirdness of the Easter Show.

Where else can you celebrate the wildly underappreciated papercraft of quilling? See........

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