Now there was something else that came to me while I was sitting in the Vault bar, downtown Sydney, Pitt Street, looking out onto the passing parade of pedestrians. There's a certain clarity that comes as you sink into the second bottle of beer but it's lost now as I dig into the fourth Scotch. It wasn't about the fact that people are fucked just fucked. No it wasn't especially negative. How limited folks are? No that wasn't it. I should keep a notebook with me or lug my notebook around town. Yeah anyway there's no need to do the right thing or to amount to anything, is there?