by Ross Mueller

Saturday, 27 April 2019

         (Saturday night in the kitchen, beers & wine. A is chopping too many onions)

A       And he is shorter than I expected and he is just standing on the street. Looking in the window of some shop, top of Collins Street and it’s dark, about nine thirty and he’s with this woman and they’re both wearing these amazing coats and they’re Northern winter coats and they’re just – just window shopping and I say: “Hey man, it’s you.” and he smiles and says; “Hey man, it’s you too.”

         And we both knew it and he just bobs his little head actually, his head is rather large for his body but a lot of famous people have big heads and I say; “Welcome to Melbourne, man.” and he smiles again and he says; “Thanks man. It’s  / a great city.”

B       “It is a great city.”

A       – and I walk on.

B       You go to dinner and you think it’s important for people to give people their privacy.

A       Yes… and I’ve always been proud that I didn’t interrupt him but we both knew who he was in this little time and place and I don’t think he was touring, I’m pretty sure he was just in town, like a normal person and I think we need more of that. Don’t you think?

B       Siri. Can we get some more of that please?

A       I hate social media.

B       Siri is not social media –

A       She knows more about me than I know about myself and it’s probably all over Twitter and I fucking hate that. Our washing machine sings a song when it’s finished the load. It’s a melody and somebody has written that. A resolution for the heavy duty cycle … And I hear that song in my head every time I hear Bill Shorten speaking… I should tweet that. But nobody Follows me. I asked you a question.

B       Do you know anything about how Twitter actually works?

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