Somehow I find myself:
- Living in Port Adelaide
- Wearing thongs more than anyone ever should
- Owning a Ferret
- Creating DIY disasters in my shed
- Able to imbibe substantial amounts of beer in a furiously short time
- Able to spout immeasurable amounts of disjointed pub talk (but only after said beer)
- and running after car thieves with cleavers...
I'm oddly content with this state of affairs.