It's the Smiling on the Package

Interpol is the soundtrack to my week. I haven't been able to stop listening since I bought the CDs on the weekend. In the car. At my desk. Jonny emails that his favourite track is number 6 on Antics. It's about having a boring life and wanting to break out. My favourite track is Evil.

At Martin Place I talk to Max Markson. He always looks sharp. Good tie. I tell him that Katie Harvison is my friend. I always say that when I see him because it's all I can think to say to him. It's lucky I only see him very occaisonally. We both wonder aloud why you would move to Darwin, and laugh. Then we have to get to our seats.

As we walk past John Singleton he says hallo. He looks dishevelled. I think of him paying $50 to not have to wait in line for his coffee.

Then Georgie Parker gets photographed for the Sundays with my Bruce Springsteen bag.

After work we drink a glass of wine on the balcony and we laugh a lot. We think we're funny.

I go to Noonie's for lentil salad and she shows me the vintage clothes she's been buying at the shops around her new office. Her favourite dress reminds me of the fabric on the dining room chairs at Gran's house. Pickle is itchy. And Avi is at the pub.