"so, ray thinks it was bobby?"
"yeah, that's what he told us."
ray, as it turns out does own the hostel. a small shifty looking asian guy forever pushing around a broom, I thought he was a cleaner.
"ha, shows what you know."
obviously.
"so, who's bobby then?"
with snickers of derision and the usual "where've you been?" they turn to a fresh contact, ambling towards the stairs, hopefully one with some quality information. oh well, it can wait.

"I really need to get out of this place, with my current situation, as ever, unchanged (still no job) and my ability to worry continuously over the most insignificant of things (my bank balance) there is only one thing that any sydney-sider would seriously consider doing in my situation; get a job? no way, get out and hit the beach? no worries!"