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Somebody must have knocked on your door there, Adrian, looks like you were waking up. Or was that the final struggle before REM started?

I know exactly how you feel!

Dirk, the 'final struggle' would probably be the mental image of a 5 ton street sweeper suddenly appearing in front of me, as I rounded a fast bend down a one-way street, at 2am this morning. The truck was travelling the wrong way !

After taking radical evasive action to avoid a head-on crash, my drunken front seat passenger exclaimed, 'Shit, that was close - I couldn't have done that. Which is why I'm using a cab after drinking'. I replied, 'Mate, I'm wasn't worried about us - we've got airbags. It's your mate in the back seat who's unprotected'.

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