Yes, folks, the colder weather's coming, so it's time to start getting snug.
It's a public holiday in Sydney - Anzac Day - where we pay our respects to those Australians who fought and returned and those who died in the insanity of war. However, with all due respects, I hate this day of 'death and glory'. (Isn't 'glorified death' more apt?) I wanted to see a movie this afternoon, but had forgotten that the city would still be clogged with the peanut-crunching crowds. Pubs were overflowing - not just with the war vets (God bless 'em!) but with crowds of raucous yobbos and their hard-faced female partners - the sort of people who wear footie shirts as 'smart/casual' wear. People everywhere waved Aussie flags, wore Aussie flag clothing and clogged fast food outlets. I walked amongst them, feeling like I'd just landed on another planet. Outside my window now, as evening approaches, I can hear the drunks as they hit the streets - getting louder and louder. It's gonna be a long night.