I had a really wonderful Saturday night.

Right up to the time, after we got back to the hotel from seeing Cirque Du Soleil, when I felt the back of my throat clogged, couldn't breathe and knew that I was going down for the count with a dose of the 'flu.

Consequently for the remainder of the weekend the shutter on the 40D was barely pressed.

So there we were, still trying to make the most of it, out on the icy cold, windy streets of Melbourne at a tram stop. Waiting for a tram which supposedly came every 12 minutes. For a lot longer than 12 minutes.

"Hey, I know what I'll do", thinks I, "I'll get down low and take a shot of the tram rail, leading up the street!"

It wasn't dangerous, because I could see for literally hundreds and hundreds of metres down the track and those trams do not move very quickly.

But artistically speaking, in retrospect it was the kind of idea that makes Captain Jack Sparrow seem like a model of calm, considered, analytical rectitude.

Oh yes, the 'flu had definitely set in when I had this idea.