You know political candidates, you know not to stick a knife into the toaster.

You can read and write but are you Globally Literate? If you know anything about Lindsay Lohan’s career or the price of fuel in Venezuela then you just might be.

Well, head on over to Newsweek and take their Annual Global Literacy Quiz.

I’m wasn’t even sure what on Earth they really mean by Global Literacy but I did find out that I only have a so-so grasp of it.

The quiz involves 10 questions on Arts, Environment, Health/Science, Tech/Business, International and Politics.

I went well in some sections – I won’t give away any answers here but there is a question about Lindsay Lohan’s movie career [which I got right]. I also correctly selected guessed the record-breaking prices of Francis Bacon’s artworks and based on my results in some sections, I am smart enough for a job in the US Senate. However, I was also told that perhaps it was time for me to not “believe everything on the internet”. Cheeky.

Try it out and let me know how you go.

$1.75/L!! are you kidding me!

I watched March of the Penguins for the first time the other day and it reminded me of something I see more and more often when out and about.

The penguins’ is a proud march for love and specie’s survival. Unlike the -62 °C (-80 °F) temperatures that the Penguins face, the humans I see are enduring the humiliating march to the service station after running out of petrol.

When I was driving my car more [I've been taking the bus most of the time, lately] I would sometimes run out of money and, soon later, petrol. I always hated having to walk along carrying that jerrycan with every passing car looking at me [seemingly]

So the other day, while I was waiting at the bus stop I saw the latest victim of high oil prices. Poor bastard.

I can see a car pulled over some 300 meters away. At least he’s not too far from the servo.

I know it’s not really that big of a deal. You ran out of petrol? – So what? But that’s easy for the people driving past to say. Snickering, I imagine, from their sufficiently filled vehicle. Perhaps some of the drivers are looking down to a fuel gauge under the 1/4 tank mark, the needle nearing that dreaded E.

Even worse still, maybe some are experiencing the gripping fear and uncertainty of the low fuel light being on. I secretly hope so. Makes me feel more at ease taking the bus.