If you were to believe the meeja, it would seem living in Melbourne is more dangerous than (insert appropriate metaphor) - what with shootings in broad daylight, swine flu, and cab drivers who insist on driving down one way streets in the wrong direction, over speedhumps, at 70 kph. (true story. I am yet to have a positive experience with a Melbourne cab driver this year.)
It's not that dangerous. I am still alive, after all. Despite lack of blogging.
Back later (maybe)
2 comments:
Yay! More, more, more, more!!!!!
Yay from Boston. Never peeked over the last two months to see if you relapsed. Never. Not even once. Really.
Dan
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