Fradam

On Saturday evening, I had the scariest driving experience.

As some would know, I’m still learning to drive, and as such, am liable to find myself in fearful positions every so often. Driving home from Woollahra with the Walls, we ended up in Bondi Junction and along the main road there back to the city. The streets were teeming with life; young and old were walking around, many wearing far too little in the clothing department for a chilly evening, and most definitely not entirely sober. In fact, there were a fair few instances of those who were a little more on the inebriated side, attempting to venture out into traffic, right from between two parked cars. Thankfully, I didn’t witness any accidents… but whoa. That wasn’t the scariest part though.

Heading along Oxford street through the city is not something I do too often on a Saturday evening. It’s clear that this part of the city does not sleep. There were the same challenges with pedestrians in the guise of Superman, the only difference is that this time you could see exactly where they had come from. But that wasn’t the scary part either.

Shorty after this, I looked left out of Graham’s window and found the light from the outside was obscured slightly; a strange shape in fact.

The shape had 8 legs and was not too small.

Thankfully, it was outside.. but that was by far and large the scariest part of the night. I don’t want to think about what my response would have been were it inside.