It is a very good thing when long lost friends are found. S and I met and hung out as bit part players of the Melbourne indie rock scene of the 90s. We caught up again last night as ‘old bastards’. S stayed the night like a school friend with his parents permission. Lots of giggling and mischief. We mostly avoided reminiscing as we both seem to be fairly caught up with good stuff going on now. OK, there were a few half remembered, badly drawn stories from our not so wild past.