When I was young I used to play touch on Sunday mornings at with a group called fat boy athletic. Two teams of 5, consisting only of forwards. You had to be over 6ft and over 100kgs to play. We didn’t want to be humiliated by any pesky wingers. I have found our spiritual home.
In a turn of events that surprises even me, I’m having breakfast at 1 Lombard Street. In the banking world, that’s a faintly mythical address. Lombard standing for Lots Of Money But A Real.. D$&khead.
I was thinking of mean things I have done: I was invited in my 20’s to a lot of weddings as a single male. I would sneak into the reception centre while everyone was outside and re arrange the place settings so that I would be sitting next to someone I fancied. Pretty vile.
Mistakes made on this visit to London. Buying the Pinot Noir in an expensive London Restaraunt. That was $110 for a West Australian Import. On the plus side the three lions is a lovely wine.
10 am Surry Hills, buying books for people that I love. If I know you and you get a book from me, remember as useless as the gift of love is: I love you.