Is there a doctor in the house?

Yep, and I've just squooshed his right foot!

Sometimes I get to do quite cool stuff for work. Last night I went to the launch of Melbourne Theatre Company's 2006 season. It was a fairly typical do, you know, the artistic director was a bit smashed and crapped on for way too long, everyone ooohed and aahhhed over the new program and there were many random B-list celebs in attendance (possibly C-list, I'm not sure how the classification system works).

All was popping along nicely. I'd had my wine glass re-filled a couple of times and I was thinking about heading home. I started to get the show on the road and kind of move through the crowd to the exit. I'm normally really good at negotiating crowds, but it seems that a crowd of increasingly drunk theatre people is a different kettle of fish. I'd only gone about two feet when I felt a really massive bump under one wheel. Yep, I'd run over someone's foot. Ah well, at least he can have a crack at fixing it himself, being medically trained n'all.....

It was Dr Karl Kennedy. You know, from Neighbours. Whoops.