Every Man For Each Other April 24, 2009

It was St.Georges Day. A man, dressed in the England football shirt, read his paper. I read mine. I ate. He drank a beer. He then started staring into space, his back to the bay window and the light. Eventually he got up, to return with another beer. He drank and stared into space. Eventually he placed the beer half-drunk to one side, almost out of reach. And stared.

I’d seen him in here before, with wife and child, she persuading him of his worth whilst the child played and crossed his lap for hers.

Why don’t you just go home – to your wife I felt like saying. Your loving wife, your family.

I can see it’s going to be a case of EVERY MAN FOR EACH OTHER , from now on.