Last week we threw John onto a VLine as a somewhat mean-spirited joke. Alas, he found his way back but not before experiencing the sights and sounds of Ballarat. He brought with him spools and spools of tape; in fact it was all he was wearing when we found him inside a bus shelter, crying. He also took this picture. While he insisted with rosey red cheeks draped in tears that there were more photos, he refused to hand them over. I’m pretty sure there aren’t.