Since I found myself in the dunny of a Thai restaurant last week, I’ve also found myself in the bathroom of my sister’s honeymoon suite at an expensive hotel (congratulations, sis!) and Andy Blume found me in the toilet at his work. Kinky.

Andy Blume’s work values its employees so much they splash out on single ply sandpaper

I wiped a lot of arse to get where I am

I’ve spoken before about the inane comedy thrust upon passengers by Virgin Blue’s in-flight staff. I’m no fan, and I’m waaaay better than that comedy, so it was with terrible shame that I last night fell for one of the lame, scripted “jokes” on a flight from Melbourne to Brisbane.

Virgin Blue comedian: At the pointy end of the plane tonight is Captain Ernest Pickleheim, fresh out of flight school.

Scott (reading paper and only half paying attention, turning to Spykey): I’m not sure she should’ve said that.

Virgin Blue comedian: And joining him is Iain Bertrand, doing some work experience with us at the moment.

Scott (penny dropping, embarrassed flush rising on face): Fuck.

Wear sunscreen.

Sometimes you just have one of those years. One life-changing event has barely passed you by when another sneaks up and pegs you without so much as a romantic dinner or a lick of petroleum jelly.

Somehow, the best people among us — like The Editor, Scott — manage to carry on with dignity and the cracking sense of humour that drew us into their orbit in the first place.

In that sense, they’re pretty lucky. They can always count on things looking up sooner rather than later — and they’ll always have plenty of friends around to celebrate when they do.

So, from all of us here at GrodsCorp: