Had a (relatively) lovely day out today at the footy, watching my team (Collingwood) get trounced by the Western Bulldogs. I had a good time because of the company (Pauly, Mark and various Chidgeys), the beers (a few), the weather (all quite sunny and good), and the fact that I hadn't been to the footy for a long time, and had forgotten how relaxing it was just to go along, get excited and have a bit of a yell. The challenging part of the afternoon however came on the way home, when our train was stopped outside of Box Hill. Apparently (been looking on the web, nothing yet), there was a fatality on the tracks, so we were held up for about 25 minutes, waiting to get off the train. Once we did, a brisk walk (thank you previously mentioned beers combined with my bladder) to Box Hill station and a pickup from a friend; eventually got home (but it ended up taking a fair swag of time)