Everybody Wants To Be Our DJ.

There are three other guys in the Noodle Hut on Sydney Rd, all of them ordering dinners for one, the same as me. Singular little paper boxes of starch, vegetable matter and what I like to think is strictly tofu. The other guys are clad in varying degrees of leisure wear - trackie dacks and nikes - but are all a bit portly. There's a lot of noodles in those white boxes. They all sport their own interpretations of three day growth and have let a few months go since their last haircuts. I pick up my Mi Goreng and walk back to my house, where I watch Lockie Leonard share his first kiss with Vicky Streeton on dvd. Perhaps I'll see if Casey wants to come around later.