We are all worms, but I do believe I am a glowworm.

Another day, another shot of Sullivan's Cove down here in Hobart. This morning the bus arrived on time, and despite the presence of one youngster who wanted to share the latest pop s hit (think robot voice unimpressively droning over equally unimpressive synth drum beat) with all on the bus, the trip passed by as pleasantly as one might expect.

This contrasts very much with three o'clock this morning, when I (an I suspect that everyone else) was awoken by the incessant squealing of tyres and revving of engines. Not being a "car man" myself, I shudder at the thought of the incredibly minuscule penises that must lay at the root of such behaviour...