A couple of weeks ago - and not at all by design - I bumped into an old acquaintance from Canberra, P, at one of the supermarkets on Acland Street (I forget which one; I have been known to patronize both although these days I tend to favour the IGA on Fitzroy Street - prospective stalkers take note). He used to play the saxophone in a band, and sometimes pretends to have Tourette's Syndrome. He is going through some heavy shit right now. I like him a lot.
We had a beer on Wednesday at the Espy. Whilst I was waiting for him I chatted to my friend Gethsemane. She was a bit drunk and asked me to transcribe a postcard for her - to Operative Tenex of all people. Seems they're quite close - or were. I hadn't even realised. It's a small world.