MY MATE ELLIOT
Allow me to introduce very busy and keeping to himself for quite a while now, but I thought it time for him to say G’day. Old mate doesn’t give much away to strangers but, in an instant of meeting him, you can tell that he’s lived most of his life around the tide. He can’t tell you what Pi squared is or offer a critique on James Joyce’s . A poster-boy for dyslexia, he’d rather listen than talk, but when he does have something to say, weaved throughout witty narratives, disguised within colourful anecdotes, there are glimmers of his prior incarnations meshed with threads of wisdom.
