In hindsight - for our USA listeners that word means looking back with the knowledge you have now, as against trying to look at your butt - anyhow, in hindsight Larry should have commenced a brand new thread for tonight, just to make it clear we were embarking on a new shift. No matter, I often get it wrong. Like the time I went to pick up a girl I'd met the week before, and I drove up to her house and knocked on the door and I was dressed up neat and spiffy. I'd OMOed my thongs till they gleamed and put on my best Levis and surf shirt and her Dad opened the door. We talked a bit and I came across as a polite young man. She came to the door all in white and she looked a dream, and I think her Dad kinda sensed I was rarin' to go. Then he spied my '68 Holden Panel Van out front. He looked at me, then at the car, then back at me then pushed the girl back inside the house and turned out the porch light. There was no waiting for Harold Holt. My night was gone. Cat Stevens understands.
