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This book snuck it's way into the letterbox yesterday and made it straight to the top of the reading pile. How could it not.... it opens:
"One sunny Sunday morning a few years back, I popped out early to get the papers and tumbled arse-over-tit over my neighbour's ugly mutt Dougal, who was snoozing happily on my doorstep. While there was minimal damage to all concerned it was a bit of a shock, so I knew exactly how the live-in caretaker on Fort Denison must have felt when he ambled outside to check the tide gauge early one holiday Monday in October and almost tripped over the 80,000-tonne, ocean-going bulk-transport tanker that someone had left tied up to his Hills Hoist during the night."