Monday, July 9, 2012

Things I remember from a night on the turps that I maybe wish I didn't:

1. An argument with a colleague about whether The Go-Betweens were a great Australian band. I remember him saying "I'm sick of this Richard Kingsmill crap..." I don't remember what I said back but I'm sure it was incredibly rational and well argued.

2. Reading out smutty bits from Timothy Conigrave's wonderful autobiography Holding The Man on McPhee's couch.

3. The balloon! The steak knife! It wasn't my idea, I definitely remember that.

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