Stalling for time

Five-thirty comes around and I sit down to watch Manchester United vs. Liverpool. A little banner at the bottom of the screen says that kick-off is delayed. A few hours earlier a swarm of fans protesting against United’s owners managed to wriggle their way into the stadium and started lighting flares and throwing camera stands … Continue reading Stalling for time

Watermelon for the Runner

You know those people you get in hostels who are by themselves and yet seem to be at the centre of everything? This guy seemed like that, firing off jokes to people who walked by or other people sitting around us, chatting amicably to the staff. Despite his age, he seemed to be in his element. He turned back to me and said, “well, are you gonna come and tell me about yourself or what?”