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An Australian Creative Director and Strategist fumbles through life New York City.

Awesome Sydney moment.

We had a big pitch today, and got through to the next round. Two glorious weeks to get our shit together and pitch again after a frantic week of scrambling.

We went out for a beer and dinner, and ended up at the Cotton Club, listening to withering blues from a great group of old school US musicians playing with local Chinese talent.

Enough was enough, and I had an early flight, so I bailed. A cab was stopped out the front, and an old white bloke jumped out.

“Where’s the Cotton Club?” he asked in an unmistakable Aussie accent. I pointed him in the right direction, and instinctively asked where he was from.

“Sydney, born and raised…you?” he responded.

“Sydney” I replied.

“Oh, where’d you go to school?” he asked, almost predictably (please note, he was gray haired and in his late 50’s/early 60’s).

“Sydney Boys High, and you?” I responded.

“Your too smart to be in Shanghai,” he said. “You should be in London, stealing money.”

I replied “Well, what are you doing here? If you can’t get a woman, get a Cranbrook man.”

“You cheeky bugger,” he laughed.¬† “At least I know you’re from Sydney.”

Felt a little homesick.