Last time I was at an auction with my son Felix it was 1994, and he was in my stomach. Fast-forward the videotape, and he has an advertising job, finance pre-approval and a kerbside spot in front of the bloke auctioning a 1930s flat on Inkerman Street.
Before proceedings two Sundays ago, we had lunch at the Galleon in St Kilda. Felix, his gorgeous partner Pip, his dad and me. Nervous and pumped, the 28-year-olds mulled tactics. Bid boldly early or wait and suss out what others have in their…
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