The merchant banker

I love cricket and sometimes I like cricket crowds.

I love it when events collide and I am suddenly immersed in a filmic moment while all time slows down.

Today I had just left work and turned the radio in the ute on. Sometimes the radio doesn't work that well. First day of an ashes test and I had lost track of the score. Can't have that.

As I pulled up to a stop at the set of traffic lights closest to Parliament House, I reached over to turn up the volume, and give the wiring a bit of a kick.

An overgroomed young man looking a lot like a discredited media heir and reeking of aftershave pulled up alongside in a low-slung flash black convertible. You get a bit of that where I work.

At the precise moment that he came to a full stop and looked my way, the radio burst into full volume, and the cricket crowd started up one of my favourite chants:

You are - a wank - er

I could only look down upon him and smile.
Then I cacked myself laughing, all the way home.