The sight of a man walking around Melbourne with a giant carrot might seem peculiar to outsiders, but for locals, it’s become a cherished part of our city’s fabric. Recently at South Melbourne Market, I had the pleasure of witnessing our beloved Carrot Man in action, and it sparked some interesting thoughts about how we respond to unconventional expressions of joy in our community.

What strikes me most about Carrot Man isn’t just his choice of accessory - it’s the pure, uncomplicated nature of his mission: making people smile. In a world where cynicism often prevails and most actions come with hidden agendas, there’s something refreshingly genuine about someone who carries a massive prop around purely to brighten others’ days.

The other day, scrolling through social media, I stumbled upon a photo that perfectly encapsulates our city’s uniquely dark sense of humour. Someone had spotted a hearse, painted completely in matte black, parked outside what appeared to be a goth-themed café. The comments section exploded with typically Melbourne wit, from Monty Python references to quips about “ride or die” relationships.

Living in a city that embraces both the gothic and the absurd, this kind of sight barely raises an eyebrow anymore. We’re the same people who turned our ‘Yellow Peril’ sculpture controversy into decades of jokes and transformed a simple public art installation of upside-down purple rain poles into a beloved landmark. Dark humour is practically woven into our cultural DNA.