Monthly Archives: January 2006

247 Days

With The Last Monk still in dry dock with the Mys­ter­i­ous Assessors, I’ve been cast­ing about for work to stave off the neces­sity to sell my body for tiny morsels of food and sud­denly, two days ago, it came. The oppor­tun­ity to write cricket art­icles for crikey.com.au.

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That’s It, I’m Tex­ting 000

“Tanya, don’t look now, but—”

“Hang on Kylie, I’m just tex­ting Steve.”

“Oh.”

“s-t-a-r-d. Right, done, what’s your problem?”

“Don’t look now, but there’s a weird guy behind you.”

“Where—”

“I said don’t look!”

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