The year draweth to its end. Hooray! There’s little to be cheery about however. Doom and gloom looming on so many fronts can get one down, even though here in leafy suburban Canberra the harsher of life’s realities are kept safely at bay.
We’ve even had a nice little bit of rain lately, belying the fact that we are in the grip of a seemingly endless drought that will soon have us drinking our own pee. Though not if the people of Townsville are any guide to the fortunes of this, on first examination, rather sensible idea – someone should have told them that all water is recycled and has traveled through the bellies of countless creatures since time immemorial, but anyway. Fortunately there is a better way, but unfortunately the powers that be won’t have any truck with men pissing sitting down. It’s just not manly.