When I saw this video, I thought, vaguely, that I could feel a bit of that 50ºC inferno blazing through Victoria.

After an afternoon of shopping and squeezing through sticky, noisy, literally pushy teenybopper crowds at Bugis Village some weeks ago, we finally dropped, and had to find someplace to sit, order a drink and recuperate. Pronto. And it was no wonder: no place is safe two days before reunion dinner.

While me, Q and K were sipping our drinks and waiting for the ache in our tired feet to go away, who should decide to appear but N! So. There was dinner. And then there were drinks. And then this photographer, who was looking rather stoned for 10pm, appeared. "Would you like your picture taken? It's going to appear on this website." Or he might've said "My grandmother's baked you girls some oatmeal-raisin cookies. I'd really love to have a photo of you lot with those cookies." For the viewing pleasure of all and sundry.

'Why not? We're photogenic people,' we thought, and grinned gleefully at our photogenic selves. As we waited for those cookies. And. By golly, did we look smashed. "The angle of the wineglass says it all," N texted me, all knowledgeable, some days later.

I concur.



And I don't even like oatmeal-raisin cookies.