I used to be one of those girls who sent postcards to all my friends whenever I went on holiday. Mainly, I must admit, as a form of gloating. I'd just grab a bunch of different postcards and scrawl a few lines for each person. Not much thought went into the process.
Once, when I visited a mate after coming back from Perth, he waved the postcard at me.
"This is great! I love it! But how on earth did you manage to find me a postcard of a gay beat?"
"What?" I grabbed the postcard off him. In the distance was the Perth skyline. In the foreground was a big park. And in the middle distance, tucked away in some trees, was a building I now identified as a toilet block at the back of the park.
Pure coincidence I sent it to my gay mate.