‘This guy I used to go to uni with, Mick Costa, he rang me at work today.’
‘And?’
‘And he wants to visit me. I told him OK, but I haven’t seen him for five or six years and he lives in Sydney now.’
‘Randall, you told him he could stay here? Why? You’ve never spoken to me about this guy before and he’s coming to visit. For how long?’
‘Just a few days, that’s what he said. He just broke up with his girlfriend and…’
‘And he’s at a loose end and he’s going to want to re-live the great uni days with you while I die of boredom.’
‘You want to know the truth? I never went out drinking with Mick, not a lot anyway. It’s difficult to say. He went to the parties but with his girlfriend, always. Mick and I used to just talk about writers, films, books and art and politics. Religion. All those thi
