Ever so proud of my dear friend Dingwall, who is doing the Melbourne Marathon this Sunday. Some time ago I had promised to watch him run to the finish line at the G, alas, it transpires that this clashes somewhat with my busy timetable. Sunday morning will be the morning after the night before, when we are having a small soiree at the Erk. By 'small' I mean 'big', and by 'soiree' I mean 'pissup with a theme'.
So by 'proud' in this context, I mean, 'will send congratulatory text message from my bed, if I remember / and am awake'.