I am surrounded by middle aged women (most of whom I assume to be married), twelve to be precise, and six or seven empty seats. Sipping cautiously on my Earl Grey tea, no milk or sugar for me thanks. Overhearing whilst reading my extraordinary book, it seems to me that they were gossiping about everybody and anybody but themselves.
Laughing and giggling, the usual, not about other peoples problems, but related more to fashion, me of course thinking, can we get a mirror over here please? All of a sudden I realize that I am doing the same. I have been sucked into this hole of society that I most certainly want no part in, albeit for a few seconds. I escaped. It seems they want to be seen as young women in their twenties (with exception to the overwhelmingly strong perfume), but some things don't work and will never work, for example, me walking on Mars. They on the other hand, are unaware of this, so I continue sipping cautiously on my Earl Grey tea, and continue to smile intently to myself. Whilst reading Martin Amis' Time's Arrow.
Whilst being aware that I am no trend setter myself.
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