I've no idea why we did this, but last night myself and a friend of mine took a 7.30pm school holiday ride through Surfers Paradise (yes, I know, what were we thinking, just put us in the stocks and let fly with the rotten vegetables). Anyway, just south of Cavill Mall, I decided to launch a bit of an attack on the last, dying breath of yesterday's southerly wind.

Soon after doing this, I heard one punk kid yell out "Go Son!". I mean, son? If I look young enough to be his son, I must be doing well!

I am a mere faetus!