Richard Herring’s weblog/diary thing is one of my favourite daily reads. He writes so much each day and it’s all funny, interesting, lovely, or a mixture of the lot. Yesterday’s entry, in which he thinks about the man ahead of him in a queue for fried chicken, was especially wonderful:
I wondered about saying to him, “Hey look, we are similar. I am a bit cooler than you, obviously, but we’re both doing nothing, why don’t we go and have a drink and see if that eases the pain of solitude that fills our hearts”.
Then I looked into his eyes and realised he was thinking of saying exactly the same thing. Perhaps he had seen me jogging round Balham this morning with a notebook and looking at car number plates.