That bunch of weirdos that hangs out at the Watering Hole in Hawthorn. GHLAUGAGHLAG WE CAN'T ALL WEAR THE MUSTACHE AHLGHULALAG

Sometime after the dawn of time a small group - formed around Janet and her love of xPi's trivia dream - but powered by the robust personal magnetism of Mandaliet and the onetime manic zaniness of Vijay, Keeper of the Garden, coalesced upon a small desolate spot in Acropolis. In this wonderfully lush place many things might have transpired - or not, because without very good record keeping we can't be sure, and it's long enough ago that it's hard to say that it did. But there was the pioneering of Feral Riding, there were egg hunts, and mischievous code words, and an choco-lyptic prophecy. Now it is a quiet oasis in the middle of the wistful reminiscing of a few faithful, the quietly oozing charm of Mandaliet and his cohorts keeping the dream alive.