Coming in to land at Hobart International Airport (as seen from Seven Mile Beach). February, 2010.
By the time that this post appears, I shall have already been up in a plane - very much like this one - and stalking the mean streets of Melbourne. I'm hoping that I manage to escape the hotbed of gangland mayhem and murder without a hit being taken out on me.
Thankfully, three things rest in my favour: i) it's a fly in and out all in the one day; ii) I'm not sure that the drug king pins are too fussed by me; iii) there is an ever increasing shortage of drug king pins to be fussed.
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Did you look up your grandfather while you were in Melbourne? Ha Ha.
I can't work out why you were in Melbourne, but I trust you were successful.
hilarious !!
GO BOMBERS versus Pies on the weekend....gee that Naitanui has got lots of good things happening in the one package.
Taskunas
http://www.thescrivenersfancy.com/scarcely-relevant/2010/04/21/blood-everywhere.aspx
Roddy, into the airport, taxi to the city, into a big building, all day meeting, quick nip up the road to buy some wool, taxi to the airport, home. That was my trip!
Vince, I only just made it back. Has the football season started?
Julie, oh I enjoyed that one very much!