Beggars' Choice

Summer is almost here, and in Perth that means it's time for the annual Festival of Smashing Beer Bottles On Cycle Paths. At least I assume so, judging by the sudden appearance of copious amounts of broken glass on my usual work route.

Hooray!

Speaking of cycling, the other week whilst riding home I saw a fellow on a freeway footbridge trying to defecate on passing cars below. One could only judge his mission to be a failure, given the amount of faecal matter that ended up in his pants or on the footbridge but he seemed pleased with himself nonetheless. Very pleased indeed. Good for you, sir!

I really do love this city.

The Race That Stops a Nation, they call it, although a more accurate name might be The Race That Causes People to Momentarily Forget They Have No Interest in Horse Racing Whatsoever and Start Yammering About Animals Called Saintly Lad and The Slug and Glue Boy For About a Week, Although Basically It's Just an Excuse For Champagne Breakfasts Anyway, though perhaps that's too much of a mouthful.

As per usual I grudgingly participated in the office sweep although in an amazing break with tradition my horse did not run second-last for once, it ran last, which means I won some money - $1 to be precise! You beauty!