Sunday, August 28, 2011

A Quiet Dinner

We thought it would be a quiet dinner. Instead it turned into a large gathering at our old local, near where we used to live and a favourite place of the late Dame M. We were lacking the token female. No Brighton Antique Dealer, no dyke friends.

We must have been quite a spectacle, 17 men all dining together in a pub at one long table. But not just for that sole reason. Our ethnic diversity was obvious too.

One Chinese mainlander.
One Chinese Malaysian.
One Fijian Indian.
One Malaysian Indian.
One Indian Indian.
One Lithuanian.
Another Indian Indian.
One Jewish born Australian.

The rest were of Anglo heritage, but also diverse in age and positions in life. Age varied from 22 to about 80.

A retired politician.
A retired priest.
Two accountants.
A council worker.
Retail workers.
Service workers.
Caring profession workers.

Some thirty years ago through a workmate we met our brother friends. From them we met the retired politician. The rest we all know via him and we know them all quite well, bar one new guy, the Chinese mainlander.

My original workmate? He told us, youse can all get fucked, and went off to live in the country.

Funny how life works out.


  1. You cannot choose your friends, they choose you. ;)

  2. Hello Andrew:
    How wonderful to have such an eclectic group of friends. Variety really is the spice of life and we love the fact that we have friends from many diverse ethnic and cultural backgrounds.

  3. It sounds like a fun and interesting evening with a good group of friends. Without variety how do you learn much that is new and exciting.

  4. Well Peter, not too many choose us personally.

    JayLa, we can certainly learn a lot more about the world.

    Precisely Linda, although at times nothing seems new and little seems exciting. Oh, that sounds quite miserable. I am not.