I'm at home in Walthamstow while Turk gets his running board fixed. It's raining.
On the bus coming back from the garage this morning, I overheard a lad in a baseball cap talking on his mobile. He had a deep voice and a way of Enunciating. Every. Word. so that whatever he said sounded terribly sinister.
"You. Sat. On. The. Bench.
I Know You.
You. Did. You. Were. On. The. BENCH!
You Stayed. At. Your. MUM'S. Did. You? At. Your MUM's?"