So I am going to have another rant again. Fortunately this time it's not about BCT but it will probably sit better with people who are over thirty, or who are genetically predisposed to feeling old and/or curmudgeonly.

I want to cover two things, preening and revelry.

I was going to my office on the eighth floor this morning, in an elevator which has a wall with those tinted glass mirrors, and another guy got in the lift (as the lift doors were closing)  and charged (well, as much as one can in those poxy lifts) to the back and started checking his hair, pulling his lower eyelids down to check for bloodshotness, and generally pretending like he was at home in his own bathroom. What is it with people that they can't check this stuff before they leave the house? Or at least waiting till the lift is empty. Or even being subtle about it fer chrissakes.

So... revelry. It was in the news this morning that a balcony had collapsed in Port Melbourne at half past three this morning, taking a few revellers wth it. On a Tuesday night!!! I'm glad some of them got injured. Bah.