Clearly I made a couple of bad decisions. I chose the wrong time to bail out of Doug’s 2004 Australian Tour drinkies at the Fed Square wine bar.

And I chose not to bother to get my umbrella out and doing its umbrella-thing when walking the half-block to the station. After all, how wet could I get? Quite wet, as it happens.

(Those shiny things up top aren’t my many grey hairs revealing themselves, but droplets of water).

Ahhh… the smell of wet wool.

Oh well. Fish’n'chips made it all better.

Dear PHL970,

You know where you exit off the Westgate Freeway, onto Kingsway? Well you know how there are three lanes turning into Kingsway? You know how there are solid lines there leading from the freeway exit, around the corner into Kingsway?

Well the general idea is that you follow the lines. So if you’re in the left hand lane from the freeway exit, you end up in the left hand lane on Kingsway.

You don’t drift across while turning, miss my car by a few centimetres, scare the crap out of me, then continue driving merrily on your way oblivious to my horn honking just behind you.

Oh well, on the bright side, I did brake sharply enough to avoid hitting you. It would have been a bitter end to what until that point had been a thoroughly nice day.