This is not a travel book about Sydney. It's not a guide book to the city. It is not a book about the Olympics. It is not even a sideways stare at Sydney in the year 2000. This is a book that straps the Olympic Games and the city of Sydney to the cruets, using a couple of dozen linked bike tubes, and plunges off the nearest large cliff. How is the drop? So far so good!
This book is a groaning show bag of ideas about Sydney and suggestions of places not to go and people not to see. The reader should feel under no obligation to take up any of this agenda. In fact, you would be an idiot to yourself if you did. You would rightly be labelled a goose.
