I have an uncle who lives in Australia. He's kind of a dickhead (well, you have to be to move to Australia and *then* start supporting *their* sports teams against us), but nonetheless: his annoying wife and her grandchild (jury out on annoyingness, haven't met her, but her name is Chelsea so she probably sucks) were staying 400 yards away from the bomb blast in Bali. Yeeeeesh. Talk about lucky. Talk about awful. Poor things. Poor everyone involved...