Sorry Mate I Didn’t See You — it ought to be grounds for instant revocation of a motorists license. Yep, I was knocked off the bike this morning. I stupidly thought that the driver of the stationary vehicle waiting to enter Glenferrie Road — the one who turned his head and looked towards me — had actually seen me. From a standing start he drove about 50cm and got me side on; his first words on leaping out of the car and coming to see me lying on the ground, yep, you guessed, “Sorry Mate, I Just Didn’t See You.” Total damage — a cut on my shin where the number plate got me and a big bruise on my bum where I hit the concrete. I was too amazed by his stupidity to bother getting his license or rego. details.

I rode up the Boulevard on the way home to see the police helicopter circling over Richmond again, spotlight shining down. Was nearly tempted to go off chasing it to see what was going on. A good thing I didn’t, I found out later that they were searching for a gunman who had tried to hold up one of the bakeries on Bridge road.

We spent the early part of the evening sitting in the Bridge reading the music papers with a few beers. Tiredness overtook us, so that was the extent of the socialising, but it started the thought processes on the path of new CDs and time to see more bands…