Amnesia has long been a popular theme for daytime soap operas and usually involves a dramatic accident, but for Sydneysider Martin Westley, it occurs after being hit in the temple by a kite during a walk. He tells no-one that he can’t remember his wife’s name or who his two children are; let alone his mistress, the factory he owns or the best friend who he instinctively doesn’t like. What he does know is that they all despise him and prefer that he continue behaving in his usual selfish and remote manner and keep out of their lives.

Trouble is, as Martin tries to regain his memory, he’s trying harder to be a better person. And that means rediscovering who his kids are, why his wife hates him and not going to work, but instead walking around the city, wearing a Stetson and befriending an Indian guy who is actually Japanese.

This warmly humorous depiction of a burned-out man being given a second chance at life is sympathetic, intriguing and strangely motivational. Maybe an old panel van, acting as a standover man and having your foot run over by a teenager’s Volvo is the path to redemption after all.