tales from an ordinary world

2000-08-29

Riding this mad wave of opportunity to catch up with old friends, I let myself be nagged into coming to trivia at the pub back near Monash. Old faces and some new old faces, people who never used to come along. It's good to see them all, even if the pub's lost its slightly daggy atmosphere since they renovated it not so long after I left last year.

"Ay mate, you an Essendon supporter or somethin' ?" asks one punter, pointing at my orange (and black rooted) hair. "Nah. Sorry." Later, while I'm in the toilet, someone asks "is that real ?"