Instead of writing lectures and lecture notes, marking honours theses and—good grief—editing the non-work manuscripts, I'm toddling off to the really good bottle shop in Yarraville*, buying up big and heading over to catch up with a friend for dinner. (Not in the Hannibal Lecter way.)
Bloody hell, it's Saturday. If I can't escape work on Saturday, what's the point?
So, I'm off for the evening. Here's another picture of the Borneo trip. It may not be obvious from this photo but that road was covered in clay as slippery as a tadpole. It also sloped towards a steep drop. Those were the days.I hope you enjoy your night.
*The one on Anderson Street. I think it's called Yarraville Cellars.
