The other day I cracked open a new box of headache tablets and noticed something odd – two empty slots in the foil blister pack inside. It didn’t seem right, so I had a look at the old packet sitting in the bathroom.

The other day I cracked open a new box of headache tablets and noticed something odd – two empty slots in the foil blister pack inside. It didn’t seem right, so I had a look at the old packet sitting in the bathroom.

Last week the doors of Melbourne’s Comeng trains received another mention in the news, when it was revealed that a 17-year-old boy had jumped out of moving train at Watergardens station after forcing the doors open. So how long have the doors had this vulnerability?

It looks like my blog post yesterday about confronting a racist guy on the tram got a bit of attention, with almost 8,000 views of my blog during the day.

Last night I was headed out of the city on a packed route 57 tram, along with the usual Wednesday night crowd of people headed for the night market held at the Queen Victoria Market. Among them were a number of people chattering away in a foreign language, when a tattoo covered troglodyte said under his breath to his scraggy looking girlfriend:
You’re in Australia: Speak English!
Such a classic line!
Over the years I’ve been using TramTracker on my ancient Nokia mobile phone, until December 2013 when Yarra Trams updated the web version of the service, and rendered it unusable on older devices. As a result, I ended up building my own version:
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