Wednesday, October 17, 2007
A teenage boy with the expression of a bewildered hamster spills coffee on the new coat of the girl who has just finished telling GirlWhoTalksWithHerHands how pleased she is with her new coat.
He doesn't apologise profusely but this is because he is seventeen and can't rather than because he isn't sorry.
NewCoat dabs at the spillage with a tissue while I debate whether offering her a Wet Wipe would be a gesture of concern or ostentation.
HamsterBoy sits very still for the rest of the journey. He looks down at what's left of the offending coffee with longing, but worries that to drink it now would be unfeeling.
He still carries the coffee, in its fluted cardboard sleeve, as he prepares to leave the train. He drags a wheelie suitcase behind him and, halfway down the carriage, runs over the foot of a young woman wearing ballet pumps. She squeaks. HamsterBoy is oblivious.
That Summer, At Home, I Had Become The Invisible Boy - The Twilight Sad
Redground - Astrid
Autumn Is Your Chance - Robyn Hitchcock
Rainy Greys And Blues - Roddy Frame
Rain Leaves Smoke - Ben Weaver
Valley Winter Song - Fountains Of Wayne
Valentine's Day Is Over - Billy Bragg