tales from an ordinary world

2002-09-19

In a defeatist moment I let the already-packed tram pass me by rather than try to squeeze on, but it turned out another was just a minute behind it - I almost had the whole thing to myself. Somewhere closer to work, a guy got on and asked me where to get off for the hospital - it was his first chemotherapy session, and he was understandably nervous. I wished him well, but what can you do ?

Damp-pavemented lunch in nearby hotel, the one that's staffed by the girl with the oddly-coloured lipstick and the accent I just can't place. They're venting again, and I let myself tune out a little, staring into the table while voices pierce the air around me - a snicker from that side, or a shrill laugh from behind.

Baby, it's cold outside, but I don't want to go straight home, so a quick Balaclava coffee after dropping into Second Spin does the trick. The Hungry Ghosts CD I bought seems to fit the weather well - dark, slow and pensive.