Spent much of the day listening to the radio — RRR’s announcers seemed to make more than their normal share of humorous mistakes:

…containing more than seven times the amount of water that’s in the Sydney Harbour Bridge…

Then there was the following, while discussing degradation of water supplies, drought and increasing salinity:

…and Adelaide may even become inhabitable within the next ten to fifteen years.

An afternoon bike ride to revitalise the legs… off down around the bay. Since the St. Kilda festival was on today we tried our best to avoid that part of Beach Road, and took a short-cut down Chapel street. Short cuts down Chapel street have their own challenges, bumper-to-bumper traffic, jay-walking pedestrians and randomly opening car doors for a start. We made it though, and headed off down towards Ricketts point. Unfortunately the wind picks up in the afternoon so the ride down was into a salty, sandy head-wind.

I don’t know why, but we stopped at Ricketts Point café for coffee and cake. It doesn’t seem to matter how often I tell myself not too, eventually I visit and give them yet another chance, and every time they manage to stuff things up with slow service, poor quality coffee, high-prices, and all the other ills that afflict a café in a tourist spot that employs a myriad of minimum wage-earning teenagers.

At least the ride home made up for it. The southerly had increased even more by the time we left, making for a very brisk trip back up around the bay. Then came the fun of negotiating an even more choked Chapel street, the trams along there are meant to be half an hour apart, but we managed to pass two of them in five minutes, wedged into the cars.

Dinner at Silvio’s; I don’t know why we bother looking at the menu. It always ends up being “a large Silvio’s special and two glass of red wine.” Quick as ever, fresh and tasty as ever. Silvio’s on a Sunday night is always full, seems that half the suburb comes in for dinner.

Then off to the Botanic Gardens for tonight’s Moonlight Cinema showing. After marvelling at the bats as they all started to leave their roosts, we sat down to watch Withnail and I. Its an old favourite. So bleak, so British… I hadn’t realised the last few times I’d seen it how they seem to only have half a dozen 1960’s cars, and just keep recycling them in the driving scenes — it looks really obvious once I’d noticed.