The sun was out and the sky was blue, but a southerly on the express train directly from the Antarctic was sweeping through fine Melbourne on the Saturday just past.
TC and I met a bit before midday at our new haunt, Sicilian Orange. We both braved the wind chill and bicycled down on our trusty steeds, eager to tackle the DA that RC in Beijing was raving about.
Tragically, the meeting of the cryptic minds had to be cut short so that I could meet my brother at the MCG and watch the Tigers defeat the Bombers. It was the first time this year I had been at the ground to see Richmond take home the points after already having watched three tragic losses, so the poor progress made on the DA had a silver lining, at least for me. Pity the poor Bomber who had to make the same compromise.
The crossword above was the result of an hour’s work. Mostly, it was a confusing hour’s work, with some of DA’s simplest mixed up with some of his toughest.