Have you looked around you in Melbourne lately? The stationary shelves are empty. Strange dreamy-eyed out-of-towners walk around newsagents with odd hopeful smiles on their faces, slipping exercise books and HB pencils under their jackets and running for all hell in their threadbare docs as the anti-theft sensors scream at them. The coffee houses are full (but only the cheap and non-franchise ones) with silent scribblers, crouched low over their tables. The shelves of secondhand bookstores are dust free for the first time in months (cause we all know Borders and that Angus place don’t stock any of the hard stuff these godsent desperates are pining for). Must be folks, that Overload 09 is almost here.