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Tuesday, 18 November 2008
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Clinical trials have found for the first time that the vaccination against the human papilloma virus, Gardasil, is effective for males.
This could be a good thing couldn't it?
[ABC News: Health]
10:26:52 PM 
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A few days ago in Victoria:
A MAN who was pinned beneath a train at North Melbourne railway station for more than an hour yesterday has died in surgery.
A police spokeswoman said the man, 47, from Keilor Downs, had been
riding a bike on the platform when he bumped another passenger and fell
onto the tracks in the path of a V/Line train about 5.15pm.
And while we're on the topic, same day's news:
Police are appealing for witnesses to the death of a man hit by a train
as he walked on tracks at Newport, in Melbourne's inner west last night.
And a report the day after, also from Victoria:
A woman is dead after a high-speed smash between a commuter train and a car this morning. Emergency crews were greeted by a horrific scene after the six-carriage
Connex train collided with the woman's Hyundai hatchback in Dandenong
South at 7.20am, pushing the wreckage about 500 metres down the train
line.
This is insane; trains are very safe. Except when things go wrong. Because they are really, really big. And fast. And heavy. With sharp wheels. Actually it doesn't matter how sharp the wheels are.
10:05:50 PM
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After dropping F at work I drove to Alfonso's Cafe, snoozed in the car until 7.30 when the chaps started turning up. One was in civvies, not riding because he had come off the day before and was pretty sore. So it was just three of us doing the normal Alfonso's-Glenelg-Outer Harbour-Pt Adelaide-Alfonso's (the last stop in my case only to get the car) loop. There's an attractive American hippy, heavily tattooed and v alternative, who works at the Lipson St Cafe who offered me a taste treat. She held out what I can only assume was her lunchbox, full of berries, but what she wanted me to try was one of a half dozen small objects that were obviously (I thought) not berries. Picture a capsule like you might have some kind of medication in. Only made of very thin paperbark. Inside was a dark brown filling, oily, almost creamy with a texture somewhere between avocado and cashew, and exquisitely yummy in every way. It was a raw cocoa bean. Beautiful, rich and bitter; just how I like my women! After the ride I went home, showered and went back to one of the riders' for a BBQ with the cyclists and partners and the host's kids, mum and dad and sisters. It was his birthday. A fine Greek time was had by all. F got the bus there after work, stayed an hour, and then we toddled off to little sister's for pizza, salads and wine with big sister, and little sister and her small tribe. It was sort of a celebration for little sister's man having been retired from Defence, having fought them for years on the grounds of illness. Turns out it's in fact not such a great victory for various complicated legal reasons, but we celebrated anyway.
I rode to work yesterday, but in spite of my expert mechanical work, the bike still wasn't quite right, so I took it to the bike shop this morning. One of the derailleurs was bent but I am assured it will be fine now. We'll see. Of course I spent some money on bike doodads.
9:39:43 PM
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