A walk to the coffee shop uncovers quite a few things.
I order my 90p coffee from an Eastern European girl who is compelled to talk in her native language with her colleague and giggle as she serves me. Is this impoliteness and arrogance the inevitibility of multiculturalism, I wonder?
I sit down and have my coffee. A couple sit in front of me in silence, the lady eating her toast and the guy staring at me as I drink my coffee. Is this the emptiness that awaits all married couples, I wonder?
I read the Mail on Sunday. Someone has complained that a property appearing on the programme, A Place in the Sun, actually was in the shade by 3pm. Has existence become so unaware of itself that it has to complain about everything, all the time?
I finish my coffee and walk home. I see an advert on a public phone - "No job to big. Call us now!" I'm writing copy for people who can't spell. Is it really worth it?
Just by the public phone, I pass the estate agents which has gone bankrupt. There are 4 or 5 builders smoking as they work. Are people so addicted to smoking that they can't even take a little break and smoke, I wonder?
As I walk along the home straight back to my flat, a thought comes to me: Why am I filling my head with all these silly questions?