if i was to tell you what the ideal situation would be where i met robert forster, brain behind the best australian band ever, the go betweens, i don't think it would have been set outside a burger stand at a festival. i wouldn't have had a few too many drinks beforehand. i wouldn't have had my especially drunk cousin with me.
it wouldn't be in front of a crowd of hungry burger waiters, eager for something to take their mind off their hunger. i wouldn't have said 'hey robert! … excuse me, robert'… then tapped him on the shoulder 'hi robert, i really like the go betweens and i listen to the band all the time, they are really important, really like the solo stuff too, you're an inspiration'
ideally, he would have been interested to talk, eyes wouldn't be darting around for an exit. his attempt at conversation wouldn't have been forced, wouldn't have gone anything along the lines of 'so …how … do you two know each other?' i wouldn't have spun to my right and looked to my very drunk cousin, and we certainly both wouldn't have replied in unison 'we're cousins!'
the number for my burger wouldn't have been called right then, and, at the bench, putting extra sauce into my burger, i wouldn't have allowed all of the contents to fall out of the bottom and on to the grass. but it did. that's the way it happened.
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