Chapter Ten, Cardiff for coal and Bristol for coffee, and, Aslan sees me home.
"...A crew cut haired man in a red T-shirt sits with a pint, I avoid catching his eye, preferring to sit quietly ashore. My eyes fall on a photograph on the wall next to me, it is the same man wearing the same red T-shirt, but making a silly expression. I smile to myself. The reward which comes from maintaining independence is often immediate and surprising
Alternatively one contacts others in a thinly veiled attempt to generate conversation. This can work well, soon breaking the ice and developing into actual conversation. The times it fails is when the difference between people prevents progress. like trying to eat dry bread at sea, chewing just makes it more sticky!
I drink a single malt whisky, a Glen Ord, it is strong, clear and has immediate effect, even though I have a full belly of rice and vegetables..." Read more
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