This evening, I am watching Look Both Ways and drinking exactly the right amount of red.

It’s that kind of night, don’t you think?

Do you know why it’s one of my favourite films? Because of the train driver and his son. One of the most beautiful depictions of the fragility of it all. Ever.

PS This is the view from my the verandah at Kangaroo Island. I found it on my camera the other day.

PPS (sorry, Drew, I can’t remember what you said it was supposed to be the second time) I do not lust after William McInnes in the way that you probably expect me to – as previously discussed.