tales from an ordinary world

2002-07-05

It's an old haunt for these guys, this Carlton wine bar. Conversations flow as fast as the drinks, and I hear more and more things about the man of honour - the "that guy with the wooden sword and the book on Zen ? what would he know about C programming ?" story, for instance. Some of us wander out to the balcony for refreshment, and end up trying to guess the origin of somebody's European accent that's coming up from the voices below. "Listen to that, will ya ? The Australian guy's voice just doesn't measure up, in comparison. He hasn't got a chance..."