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My poor friends put up with my seasonal personality disorder. The summer version of me hosts cocktail parties and spends afternoons sprawled on the beach. But by mid-autumn, my inner mushroom nerd is fully unmasked. I'll try to recruit everyone for expeditions to what's affectionately dubbed the 'fuck no forest'—Ivan Milat’s picnic spot of no return. It’s a leech infested damp pit. Turn left and you'll be threatened with rusty “no trespassing” warning signs, turn right and yo