King George
My new job at the Heart Foundation employs me between the hours of 9 and 3. Now, this cuts out on my lunchtime escapades with friends since I have only a 30-minute lunch so I've taken to making after work dates. It would be silly of me to take the train home, bustle around for an hour, then make my way back into the city for hangout dates, so I have been spending excesses of time wandering around in the city lately. On Tuesday, Marcus and I made an in-the-city dinner date and thus after three I was to be found shuffling my feet up to Hyde Park. Hyde Park is the big inner-city park that spans between two railway stations and it's where I used to go for lunches on sunny days back when I worked for the Uniting Church. On one of those lunch days, a few friends related their "other side of Hyde Park" stories and told about the crazies they had met just yonder the water fountain in the center of the park. I sort of brushed it off, not giving this hypothesis much credibility...