Sunday, May 25, 2008

Scavenged Fragments of Conversation: Devonshire Tunnel

It's was a Saturday morning and I was walking down Devonshire Tunnel under Central Station in Sydney. I overheard two yound guys walking directly behind me.
I didn't look back but I couldn't help being gripped by the shread of their conversation that floated my way.

1: I told the dude that I wanted a wallet that every time I opened it, there was a crisp clean $50 note - So I could take them out and stack them up in my bedroom!
2. Why only $50 notes?
1. What ?
2. $100's
1. You got to start your dreams somewhere.
2. Modest?
1. Anyhow, the guy looked at me like I'd raped his grandmother or something.


Not long afterwards, in the foyer of Belvoir Street Theatre, a woman carrying a tray of party snacks was heading somewhere - talking, encouraging, reminding herself:-

"Warmily great and effectively engage".