Sam's Laksa 30/10/06

the soup tides are unpredictable.

last night saw only dianne and adam at the table with monkey and myself. after they'd left, lukey arrived on the doorstep for a 10pm bowl of laksa.

it was, as every soup night, unique. and very enjoyable.

as for conversation, we tossed around that hot old chestnut: "boardies or speedos ?" we also reflected on the panopticon as a metaphor for intrapsychic conflict.

by sam