Those of you who listen to my podcast would know of my enduring despair at the cold, wet, and miserable weather that Melbourne has endured all year. It thus gives me great pleasure to report that Santa Claus heard my pleadings and has delivered a Christmas Day in Melbourne with a top of 37 degrees Celsius. That’s about an even 100 in the pesky Fahrenheit that you American people persist with.
So a very merry Christmas to all you deplorables and I hope that the weather gods smiled upon you and brought you whatever it is that you wished for. And lots of presents of course. And booze. And yummy food. And big fuck off cigars.