People. People who need people. Are the happiest people. In the world.

WRITTEN ON SATURDAY 9/4/05:

OK, so many wondiferous conversations today. I must make some record.

Setting: Chris Lees' 21st.

People: Many and varied. Some from my past, others from my present. Others - who knows?

Food: Too much. Barbeque lunch. Good stuff!

Transport: Provided by my dad and sister, who were in town for the footy last night (Friday).

To begin with: Laura Clark(e), who writes plays and edits things and has worked closely with Mick Molloy on some radio thing. How is she connected to me? Well, she's Stewart Thorn's girlfriend, a name I vaguely remember. Chris knows him better, of course. I somehow could totally relax around this girl, and we had an awesome full-on conversation. I was just astounded at the things she's done. She had to edit this book about Neighbours, about the series from start to finish, and to begin with she knew basically nothing about Neighbours. But after 6 months or something, she knew every single love triangle and plot blemish from the 80s to recently. What utter torture! It was great though, Owen Cosgriff (who, by the way, now has a ridiculously long beard) said to her something like "you think you know Neighbours, Laura? Well let me tell you this, back in the 24th episode bla bla bla." And she retaliated with "well Owen, I think you'll find it was actually Coady who bla bla bla." I think that's hilarious. But then, Owen is. And she met this guy who's worked on costumes since the damn thing began, and who took photos of EVERY BODY. He showed her all these photos and filled in gaps in her storyline knowledge. I am serious, she tells me he was an absolute nutcase - apparently he said "this was, uh, I think it was the boom operator, ah, it was, um, Jeremy Smith, back in, was it 86? No, it was 91, that's it, April 91." I mean, for God's sake, the *boom operator*?? He had a favourite: he must have flipped through about a dozen photos of this one girl, saying "this is Kimby" - flip flip flip - "she's, ah," - flip flip flip - "you might notice she's my favourite." And as Laura put it.... "wouldn't like to be Kimby!" What a freak. What freaks there are in this world! Why thankyou Gawain. Don't mention it, Gawain.

Then there was Joanna, from my English class in year 11; Caroline Smith's parents, who knew me when I went to creche with Caroline and later on I had piano lessons across the road from them; Lawrie Folvig, the greatest guitarist in the world, who I haven't seen in way too long; Jenica and Aaron; Stew Thorn and Jonty, who both updated me on the whereabouts and doings of the old GSSC boys: Grantley (sculpting something on the set of Nicholas Cage's new movie), Jesse (doing lots of acid back in Bgo), Eldene; Meredith's many NCYC friends; Ali and Steph Turnbull, who were at Ridley a couple of years ago, and know all the older students; Kate, who I knew from Whitley college and WARTS last year; and of course Chris himself!

On my way home from this amazing party, Josh Lynzaat rang me from Bengido, or whatever, and proceeded to have a half-hour conversation with me on my mobile, while I caught trams, dodged traffic, and ran across roads. What a weird conversation that was. At the end I said "Josh, we've been on here for half an hour, this may be costing your parents a bit." At which point he said "I think I'll go now."

Back at Ridley. Dinner was interesting, where we discussed whether or not to trust people with first names as their last names. Apparently Davey counts as a first name too - damn. Christopher, the resident... resident fool, maybe, although he's more like the resident keep-going-with-the-topic-when-you-could-have-left-it-way-back-there. Or maybe that's me. However, he reckoned that netball lines were restrictive, that it was wrong to say to someone "no, you're a centre, you'll never be able to cross this goal line and shoot goals because you'll never be good enough." Or "your only purpose is to shoot goals, you can't run around the court wherever you like with the others." He thought umpires were bad because they didn't let people do what they wanted to do. "The players are being repressed", he told me, "and they don't even know it!" (This all got pretty metaphorical, by the way, although he may not have seen it like that. I have no idea what Christopher really thinks.) I asked him what a solution was, and mentioned that if there were no lines or umpires there could be chaos. He believed that taking away the goalposts would be a good idea, and there would be 'new rules' for netball, where there was no aim to the game - other than to love everyone on the court. Love in an abstract sense, I believe. This could get pretty boring, I suggested. What would people do with their netballs if there were no goals? He thought hard about this, then said "They can bounce them."

Anyway, that went on for a while. Then later on Nikki came to my room, asking if I'd walk with her to McD's, as she hadn't eaten since Friday night. Her quote was "I need meat." So there was a conversation in there, and at about 1 am Alex turned up outside my door, wondering if I wanted to walk to the 7-11 with him. This walking down the street was getting familiar, but I agreed and another pretty interesting conversation ensued. People, no matter how much they are genetically imbalanced (whatever that means) are always worth so much. Invaluable, you might say, although that suggests that they don't have any value. Quite the opposite.

That was Saturday. On Friday night I (for some odd reason) decided to help out the Theatre Sports team from college - we participated against the other colleges. Theatre Sports - let me explain. There are 1 minute, 2 minute and 3 minute games which each college's team has to play. eg. Our first round involved acting out a Commercial, for whatever product was given to us. In our case it was re-usable tissues, and you get 30 secs to discuss with the other 3 people in your team. This was enacted on a stage in North Court, overlooked by INU bar, meaning about 600 half-drunk students. The games were interesting, but it basically means getting up on stage and making a fool out of yourself. We weren't great, but we came 6th out of 11 colleges, and we had fun.

And now this post miraculously ends. Today (Sunday) it began being boilingly hot, and gradually the wind/clouds moved in, and by late afternoon it was raining more heavily than I've seen in ages. Woohooo! I jumped around in the rain with other crazy people, but i didn't hang around long.


Then, I played Ben Folds in the chapel, and missed my girlfriend performing in Castlemaine. Dammit. And I spoke to Stu.



If you're wondering about the title of this post (don't know why you would be, but...) just keep wondering.