Wednesday, 18th September 2013

by Joshua Gaskell

In the caff I observe a builder. On receiving his cooked breakfast, he spins the plate round and round, trying to find the best way in, like a neurotic dog trying to sit down. Then, all through his meal, he checks and fiddles with his phone, like a little boy stretching his willy around. I seriously considered going over to be mother: ‘for goodness sake, leave it alone!’