Take today , you’re normal , just another face in the crowd , but there’s a thread that connects us . I’ve found a place that does Australian style coffee , it truly matches up . I had to have two, it was that good . That’s the trick . A double shot with steamed milk . It’ll get you out of trouble if you’re over here and you’re desperate.Today we were at a little joint that was casual , un crowded.Why ? I don’t know , I’ve been here before and found it really good , Australian like . It’s uncomplicated , maybe that’s it . Not elaborate enough , funky enough , whatever . Everywhere else was crowded , this was casual . We are sitting down and the big guy arrives . He’s there with his baby and wife . We’re talking aloud , comfortable . I look over and he nods and I say , how ya goin ? Trade mark ….. that’s our thing . Doesn’t matter what you do , we’re from the same island at the bottom of the world . His body language is open but he’s guarded , he doesn’t wants to be star fucked . The accent gives us up , he knows it but there’s a connection .He wants to look . So do I , it’s a bit awkward . The second coffee has kicked in , I’m anxious . Fuck it , I’m going to do it .
‘Gday Andrew ,as an Aussie I wonder if you’d mind if I get a photo of you with my son Leroy ‘. ‘Sure ‘, he replies . …. You don’t get carried away , he’s copped this a thousand times , but I’ve no doubt he wanted the connection . It’s magnetic , … we’re Aussies and we want the best for each other . I apologised for drawing attention to him , but deep down I think he would of been puzzled if we didn’t say hello . …. That’s what we do ……… I wish him good luck .