Six ladies meet at the “Celebrity Chef No.269th” restaurant in Melbourne for lunch at 1 pm for the weekly catchup.
They greet each other in the usual manner; fake kisses, judgemental grins, too much make-up, and designer clothes.
Once seated, they order drinks and lunch to make themselves feel like they have to be somewhere important.
Now the little things are sorted, the dancing tongues begin a convoluted quickstep.
Controversial gossip and catty bitchery dances on their lips as they release their hatred for their husbands, their children, and life in general.
By the dessert menu, which they make a point of resisting, they’re ready for a massage and a line of cocaine.