EACH MORNING I pick up a copy of The Guardian newspaper (regardless of the headline) and take the same window seat (if it’s available), in the same modest café just off Dame St.. Today’s headline refers to the ongoing crises in the Middle East. This should immediately arrest my attention, but it doesn't, because … Continue reading The Usual Seat
THE CAFE was quiet, and a young couple sat in the corner by the window and were having an argument. They were in their late teens. She had been crying; her eyes were puffy and red and she looked around the café, somewhat embarrassed. He was sullen-faced and petulant. He didn’t want to have … Continue reading The Idiot
YOU KNOW those ‘up and down’ days? Today has had its moments. . . Introducing Eric.
Introducing John. . .
Bad habits, Jeremy Corbyn, Mars, and Liverpool — The Man Who Watches (iii).
An Interlude — Sounds From an Edmonton Café
I’VE SAT in this place on most days for the past few years. It’s good to think, to clear your head, to observe. It’s good for the soul. There’s a fear in me — it’s existed for as long as I can remember — when it comes to everyday life. The modern way. The race for the prize. . .