i had the craziest dream
Foot tapping, gently swaying, bald heads, comb-overs, salt-n-pepper beards, Germaine Greer - WtF - is she doing here? - oh it's not her... hey all these people look the same... where's the diversity that is representative of Australia's multi-cultural present? It's looking more like a tedious reunion of folk who went to teachers college together back in the dying days of White Ausralia 1960s...
Apart from the strangely intense looking young fella - with wild staring eyes - blink goddamn it - I find myself staring at his unblinking stare - stop staring Jason it's not polite - I JUST WANT HIM TO BLINK - I am once again one of the youngest in the audience - Woot!
Although I notice that there don't appear to be too many here my age...
Why is it that? Other things to do on a Saturday? Kids sport? It is mostly an older gathering... I wonder if that is typical of Writers Festivals?
What does that say about me?
Get a life Jason?
What does it say about Mike Carlton? Oh wait hang on Mike Carlton is about to start...
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