The heavens have opened again; the drains overflowing, the gutters barely able to contain the torrents of water running down the street. If the Hunter Valley cops much more of this, the 2007 vintage might be the most expensive yet.
Still, we have our babysitter booked this evening and never ones to miss an opportunity we headed off to the Comedy Store at Moore Park complete with raincoats and umbrellas. The headline act was a bloke called Justin Hamiliton and the place was packed full of American college students who thought it cool to heckle, even when they didn't have much to say. They thought they were clever, but if they were really clever they'd visit in the summer. They wouldn't battling with the driving rain on the seafront at Bondi in exchange for a cheap backpackers' bed, I don't care how much they saved.
They laughed at all the jokes about the effects of taking ecstacy and acid and smoking bongs in such a way it was obvious it was something they did on a regular basis. Personally I've never seen the need for drugs as my mind came ready-altered (well, unless you count a few space cakes) but it made me feel old all the same.
Justin Hamilton's a balding man from Adelaide, middle-aged, bespectacled. The American kids treat him with a bit more respect, he's older. Then he reveals he's 34 - the same age as me. It's got to be all that sun. Surely I don't look the same age as him.
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