Poor Pauline

Today started rather inauspiciously. Yawn. Bash alarm off. Crawl out of bed. Grunt at girlfriend. Remember it's a weekday and (ugh) I have to go to work.

Then when I got to work, one of my colleagues mentions that Pauline's been sent down. Suddenly the clouds parted, the sun came out and the angels sang. What a glorious day!

If there is a Bob, she'll be sharing a cell with a big half-aboriginal, half-tongan woman named Bruce. With a bad temper. And an irrational fear of redheads.

Actually it'd probably do to have a cellmate with a brain larger than a dim sim. Doesn't take much to run rings around Australia's sourest white whine.

Now let's just hope it spells the end to One Notion.