So last week my car got pranged. I just moved up to Brisbane, parked it on a quiet street, and came out to find some fuckwit had smashed into the side in the night and now the driver’s side door is a herculean task to open, and the panels have separated. No damage to the internals, thankfully, but if I didn’t have insurance I’d be paying out the arse to get it repaired. I was fucking fuming, tell you that much. Walked up and down the street staring at people’s cars like a psycho, but no dice. Now, my experience of Brisbane traffic is this. People are less angry, but more aggressive. There’s a two-lane road down near my local shopping centre just before some traffic lights that’s a 40 zone, and I drive 40 in that zone. Routinely (twice today!), some idiot will absolutely gun it, and zoom around
