I couldn't pass it up.

The Male's lovely father picked me up from the station, and informed me that unfortunately I would have to chill for a bit at his place of employment since he still had a few things to do. No problem, I say, as we pull up in front of the most impressive building I've ever seen in downtown Melbourne. And if you've ever seen downtown Melbourne, you'll know that topping the plethora of churches and gorgeous old sandstone buildings is really quite an achievement. Since he's the biggest cheese, he gets to park right out the front. Right out the front. We swan inside, and I exchange much giggling with his two secretaries (yes, women's most primeval form of communication is the giggle, even I recognise this fact) before one of them shows me up to the library where I will do my aforementioned chilling.

There's a computer. "Feel free to surf the net!" she says.

Like I said, I couldn't pass it up. I'm sitting in a room in the Australian College of Surgeons which contains things like "Operative Surgery" journals, the cutest red armchairs I've ever seen, and some hideously expensive and random pieces of art. I just had to blog.

Meanwhile, notes on the trip down:

• Bacon and egg mcmuffin worth selling my soul for, but the boy on the register just wanted $2.45.
  
• Skanky teenage deliquents of both genders. What is the point of this one trouser leg rolled up thing? Maybe he's just a teenaged Mason.
  
• Some very nice manflesh around, though.

PS: If you're not already reading J^e's blog, you really should be. The girl has class, wit and intelligence. Of course she does, or she wouldn't be my best friend.