A Job for the dogs: The ASIO pictures
“Check this”, he said, handing me a ratty file with a few hundred photocopied pages in it. A warm Saturday afternoon, an anonymous suburban backyard five years ago. We’d been plotting the takeover of the world, the next film project, political revolt. The usual. I opened the file and nothing happened. No particular sense, bureaucracy, possibly a government department, formal syntax and my mate’s name mentioned on every page. Height, eye colour, parents’ names, then – hello? A terrorist plot, gelignite, and on the top of the page – ASIO – top secret.
