From my drive in this morning, the New Year has been a big one. 

Normally at 3 in the morning, when I'm on the road, I'm alone. Not today though. Traffic was like a Tuesday afternoon. 

When I got into the downtown area it was absolutely bustling - I could hear sirens everywhere, fire engines and ambulances were criss-crossing the city, and there were these small hoards wandering around, tired people - tired, confused people, all wondering "where do we go next?"

When I got to work, just outside the door there was this continuous stream of groups of young people heading back into the city, they were trying to find another venue to keep the party going, or they were looking for a way home. And you know what? They were wet. 

One group of young women, four of them, were so soaked that their dresses were see-through. They were all carrying their shoes. The shoes that had crippled them all through the night. 

I don't understand why women who know that they're going to be standing around for hours and hours decide to go out with the high heels and get crippled and complain about it. Just wear some flats, for goodness sake. Guys know this.

There was one girl, most seriously, she was soaked, she was see-through, and she had no shoes at all. Where she left them? Anybody's guess. 

Anyway, for some, January the 1st of 2026 has not started as a happy new year. On the arterial route out of my suburb, someone had written off their car. 

It had obviously gone off the road. Fast. Into a stone fence. The car was totalled. There were about half a dozen fire engines, tow trucks, and cops, all picking up the pieces. 

I don't know if the guy was injured or not, but obviously it was a bad scene, and a reminder it's always worth having a hmm and making a plan that doesn't have risk, and maybe wearing some flats and not high heels. 

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