Hello hello hello!

I hope we can all breath a sigh of relief now that the second season of Big Little Lies is over. That stench will linger for a long time. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely loved the experience of watching it, but yeah, just come on. Also the aquarium dude was the kid from Big Love! It was all too weird.

While I'm in a reflective mood, I need to make one very hyperlocal complaint that I think other fellow Victorians might be able to get behind. Three words. Royal. Auto. Magazine.

Firstly, why does this exist? Secondly, why does it refuse to die and literally follow me around Melbourne.

Seriously, I have called numerous times, written numerous emails, done numerous semaphore numbers on the street outside of their head office, and yet it still somehow manages to find me every month. Either at home or at the office, wrapped in plastic, and then always recycled. It feels like I'm being followed around constantly being offered Royal Auto (now spelled a bit cooler though, in all lowercase in one word - royalauto) like green eggs and ham.

So yes, If you ever find me writing a newsletter intro where I extol the virtues of the amazing work that the RACV does (which I actually do think is pretty amazing), then you'll know they finally got to me. I just hope they don't get to you first.

Until then, the actual droids you are looking for are below.

Beep beep!