Magical Sydney A Short Story by Random Writer Clarke Nolan had always loved magical Sydney with its gentle, gloopy gates. It was a place where he felt worried. He was a spiteful, intuitive, wine drinker with beautiful thighs and slimy eyes. His friends saw him as a chubby, cheerful carer. Once, he had even helped a klutzy old man recover from a flying accident. That's the sort of man he was.