Hells bells, if you're ever in any doubt about how little there is to separate us humans from our primate ancestors, try catching a tram from here to the city at 5:45 on a weeknight. Watch with wonder as redundant concepts like politeness, respect and benign queueing are cast aside with abandon, as people scramble for a some of the limited goods with more furious determination than a pack of Syrians at a UN food truck.
It's just like Plutarch said in his seminal dialogues, Confessions of a Shopaholic: just because you're wearing business casual, doesn't mean you're not a barbarian. I suppose I should give Public Transport Victoria some points for the recent renovations - as they were only 20 years overdue, they got around to it in half the usual time. read more