"Are you sure you're alive?", he asked. I sat back in my seat, looking over the centre console, a little bewildered. 'Yes, as sure as I have ever been- although hey, I have a few existential questions regarding how I actually know I'm alive which we could delve into.'

"Yes," I replied.

There was a pregnant pause.


"Well in that case, I think I owe you an apology mate."

I was in the back of an Uber. It was a very Australian Uber, with a very Australian driver, in a Holden Commodore, with rock music blasting. We were cruising