Decent conversation

The problem with being an exile is one's reference points aren't the same and don't carry the same weight. This was brought sharply into focus in two cab journeys I had today. One with an Aussie/Indain taxi driver was perfectly straightforward and non-descript, the other was with a Cabbie who comes from Brighton (lived here 34 years), whose gently rolling Sussex tones, delighful perspective and self effacing humour made me instantly homesick. Don't get me wrong I love Australia, it and the people are wonderful but I do so miss decent, challenging and passionate conversation.