He stood tall, those 30 something years ago…blue and white striped shirt, a mop of fair hair fell across his forehead, blue eyes, wide, shut, open..
An artist some twenty summers old…and now a waitress in a cocktail bar. It was the most swift introduction of my lifetime….then approaching 40 summers..
We drove to the coast along The Great Ocean Road, we booked a trip to Italy…the pace was frantic, doomed to burn out…
We remained friends but was never really comfortable for me, and surprisingly some 30 years later we met in the digital dance of Face Book, his final line when he unfriended me always brings a smile to my face ..
‘Oh ,still Mr Serious’