Saw Keanu Reeves last night at the ECQ bar down at East Circular Quay. He’s a bit shorter than I thought he’d be, but it looked like he was having an OK night. He said that he’d had a rough day at work when I spoke to him, and being slightly drunk at the time I managed to accidentally kick him in the ankle. Oh well.

I wonder what ‘a rough day at work’ constitutes?