I went out tds 3 rarer excursions, and took a stroll one of my e in the par emma) bought 2 newspaper — The Times — and sat | onabench to readit. However, my mind began to wandEr, thinking of new plot lines for my movie scenario and after a while I stood | up and wandered off perambulation stimulates the imagination, I | find. 1 hadn't moved twenty paces when I remembered my news Paper and rétraced my steps. Another man, young, shabbily dressed, was siting on the same bench reading my Times. “That's my newspaper,’ I told him. I left it there.’ I almost added a ‘sony’ but ‘thought instantly: what do Ihave to apologize for? “That's not yout ‘newspaper, mate,’ he said. "You left it behind — so it's England's now.” I told him both where and when I had purchased it and explained politely how I had come to leave it on the bench. "You can have it when I've finished the young msn ssid. $s Re MBB 1 tke aviay, turned and pointed at him. ‘When you next have some bad luck, Isai, ‘remember me. Because Iilbe thinking ofyou.'Istaredathim then strode on, ordering myselfto.calm down, Moments later I heard his footsteps behind me, ‘Here, take your newspaper, he said, [ demurred, saying that it was no longer my ‘newspaper, that it was England's, now. “Take your fucking paper!” he yelled and threw it at me. tt missed; of coutse, and flapped to the ground, We both left it there and went our separate ways. Gillian, Sep fascination Cteey)