I’m 19 today. A pretty lame birthday after the excitement of turning 18. It’s basically just “oh hey I guess I’m this new age now and also vaguely sad that I have one year left of being a teenager.” And the number itself isn’t quite as aesthetic as 18.

 On the political watch, Kevin Rudd and John Howard are debating tonight but I’ll miss it because I’m going out to dinner. I confidently expect Rudd to wipe the floor with him anyway. If Latham could do it, anyone can.