For some reason Franck Gohier and I produced a new poster for a nightclub held every week on the end of the wharf in Darwin Harbour.
The box jellyfish and crocodiles kept the two worlds apart.
The quarantine zone was close enough for the impounded Indonesian fishing boats and their crews to hear the music. They were entertained by the antics of the intoxicated white middle class.
The cheap beer and low lights unleashed various passions.
