Marty, you've reminded me of an incident years ago, while staying with ol'mate Bill Brown in Nhulunbuy. I was wandering back to his place after a stiff session at the Arnhem Club, and stepped squarely in a buffalo-turd right there on the footpath in the middle of town. It was still warm!

Armed only with an empty wallet and the makings of a decent hangover, I spent a lot of time looking over my shoulder as I completed the walk home! Not a nice feeling...

The guy who was killed in 1993 was walking home late after a night on the turps too, I believe. Interesting town!