Oops

I got done for speeding yesterday. I was happily hooning down South Street when I came round the bend just after Murdoch Uni and there was a camera of death waiting for me. I stared at it in hopeless fascination, without even letting my foot go futilely for the brake pedal, and waited for the inevitable flash.

I won't bother going in to check out the photo, which will consist of an image of me clearly beginning to say, "Oh, maldicion!"

Also, I wonder if they'll take the time to notice I haven't bothered to put the new rego sticker on the car yet.