As an aspiring writer, I was ecstatic to discover today, by chance, that my words feature in a published book!
For many years, cartoonist Oslo Davis has had a spot in the Sunday Age’s M Magazine called Overheard. As Melburnians would know, he eavesdrops on personal conversations around town, taking note of the strange and often idiotic remarks we make; these are then shared with the Age readers accompanied by an original illustration. Recently, a compilation of Oslo’s mini-masterpieces was released in the form of a book called, simply, Overheard. And, it was in the gift shop at Melbourne Museum today that I picked up a copy of the book to find this:
So, you’re probably thinking the chances of a professional stalker – I mean illustrator – sitting at the next table to us is likely to be slim and how do I remember such an unremarkable day three years ago in such detail anyway? Well, you’d be correct to think that for as much as I love the image, it’s very unlikely that Oslo, in his Sherlock Holmes trench coat, was perched at a bench metres away, pipe in hand, scribbling away at his notebook.
It’s worth noting that I went through a period of letter writing a few years ago – to newspapers, magazines, anyone who cared to listen – on inane topics such as the relevance of Big Brother and Ray Martin. So, for fear of my moment of wit (idiocy, whatever) being lost forever, I chose to email Oslo that afternoon, on the off chance that he would feel inspired to immortalise us. Try not to judge me as you look at the evidence.
So, Oslo, if you are reading this, I don’t hold any resentment for you taking my material for the enrichment of your book. I won’t even demand a cut of royalties. How could I, to the man whose cartoons made me smile every Sunday for so many years? However, if we do ever meet at a bar, I wouldn’t say no to a free beer.