I like travelling by bus and have a favourite seat. One of the joys of bus travel is overhearing other people's conversations. Well, when they're sat right beside you, or behind you, you simply have no choice but to ear-wig.
Gadgee 1: Have you been to that new Tesco?
Gadgee 2: No, I don't like Tesco.
Gadgee 2: Have you been to that new Tesco?
Gadgee 1: No, I don't like Tesco either.
Gadgee 2: Has Tom been to that new Tesco?
Gadgee 1: No, Tom's not been to Tesco. Tom doesn't like Tesco.
So there you have it, a trio of Tesco disapprovals, and I'm not fond either.
He took out his novel and started reading it and she struck up a conversation with him, chatting on about how much she enjoyed reading too.
"What's that book about then, son?" she asked, peering at the cover of the novel he had in his hand, as he racked his brains to think how he'd describe Skagboys by Irvine Welsh to a somehwat frail and genteel pensioner...
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