There was something in the air that night

I heard a commotion outside the house tonight, a bit of a ruckus by the spides on Botanic I assume. By the time I get downstairs theres a spainish man I don't recognise standing in the front doorway and a couple of millies punching each other in the street.

"I am Fernando" says the spainard gripping my hand and looking deep into my eyes - "The girls here, ai! They are crazy"

I nod in agreement with Fernando and we stand in silence watching the ugly violence until the rozzers arrive.

As nice as Fernando seems I'm glad to be moving house this week.