Strangely about that. My wife recently made me donate a few books from the bookcase, as I keep buying them and have run out of room. Without doing it on purpose, Juddy's book is at the end of a row of books, with his face on the cover staring into our lounge room, usually straight at me. His face staring at me, has been responsible for me not reaching for that last piece of chocolate or an extra biscuit a few times now. Even his image has strange powers.[/QUOTE]
That made me laugh! I bumped into him at the cafe at 120 Collins st last week. The essence of that guy, looked like he was meeting with some Uber wealthy Asians who didn’t even know who he is haha.