Other than the absolute obvious things like my dog, my friends, and social activities on tap, the thing I miss most about Sydney is the silver taxis.

You could be waiting in the queue at the airport for a good 50 minutes on a Friday night, inhaling the potpourri of desperate smokers’ first drags in hours, and the taxi roulette delivers you the most magnificent black leather seated… Silver taxi. Yum.

It seems down here you can book them but you might as well add an extra 10 bucks to the booking fee.

Egg on it’s the little things.