The 300 Club

Ebear, I share your pain. As I peer across the harbour from my humble North Shore cabin, through the low cloud\fog\smog to the sparkling lights of downtown, where vacant foreign owned condos now outnumber corporate head offices, I wonder how the list makers could have it so wrong. But, chin up, there are only 4 more months to the next appearance of the sun and in the meanwhile liberal doses of Lambs Navy Rum will keep the scurvy at bay.