It seemed fitting to go to Charlie Dumpling with my friend Charlie. Almost as if it was meant to be. As if the stars had aligned. As if fate brought us to this magnificent eatery. Or it could just be that Georges recommended it to us. However it was we ended up there I’m bloody pleased we did. Tucked away next to the window we got ready to discover what had been described to us as one of Melbourne’s gems.
Ever experienced true power where you strut effortlessly into a restaurant, lower your sunglasses to the tip of your nose, flick your perfectly quaffed hair off your shoulder, look to the maitre de and say, ”Do you know who I am?”……..
Look at my face. Look at how calm and relaxed I am. At the denim shirt draping off my shoulder. At the breeze gently brushing the hair away from my cheeks. Well, looks can be deceiving.