And over in the blue chair...

Another from my A6 Moleskine pocketbook, sticking my nose into other
peoples business, with a frothy top lip and a slice of sponge. Watching the
world go by, slowing everything down to sketching speed.

A quick follow up...

Sipping from the cup of doom, gloom and general woe with the daily
newspaper. This chap did seem to be gradually performing a forward roll into
his broadsheet. On reflection he had probably smuggled a portion of Haddock

and Chips into café Nero between the pages. Stout work. Snaffle on.