After much procrastination I finally drove into Durham. I have the latest Martin Cruz-Smith novel lying around so I decided I would find a coffee shop and just read a bit and let the world go by under my nose.
Durham is a good place for a short picturesque walk and is well equipped to provide sustenance to the weary traveller of many hues and wallet. I was particularly unadventurous today in that I selected Starbucks. I am not a great fan of their coffee generally (I prefer Nero's blend but that is by the by) Starbucks have a lot more space than most other competitors in Durham and I recently listened to a broadcast where several individuals felt no compunction in spending all day as a guest of Starbucks with only one coffee purchased. I did want to get a bit of reading done and I didn't want to be bothered by staff trying to boot me out.
It was a dreary day. I walked along the riverside to my fave spot overlooking the cathedral but sped on as it was raining
Once inside I noticed the tables set up close to all the power points and the laptops connected to them. I did just wonder whether you had to have an Apple computer to use the sockets because throughout that store that was the only manufacturer on show. I discretely pocketed my Google phone lest I was hounded out by the staff and/or patrons -
"Get out! you are not one of us!" Mac users are a strange lot after all!
So I sat with my regular filter coffee and a couple of biscuits euphemistically labelled "Ginger Crunch" More like Ginger Grind as I nearly lost teeth trying to bite into them then chew.
I was mostly the oldest person in the room. A few oldies came in but did take out instead of sitting. And I listened to the muzak. I was first pleased to hear a few great tunes from my recent past (Jesus Jones, Blur, Lenny Kravitz, B-52's) and realised that this was probably like me listening to the Beatles when I was 18 that is how old this music was. And I felt a bit old! either that or I am a little bit more trendy than I thought, I live in hope.
Maybe I was a little down because as I wondered the banks of the wear I reminisced on my sojourns with my young children and whom are now of an age where they don't like to be seen in public with their embarrassing parent.
I had finished my coffee and burnt through a few chapters of my book when i was finally driven from the store. But not by staff or jealous Mac types
It is not a horrible song by any means but I have just heard it SO MANY TIMES. There is a radio station here called Metro Radio. When it was first released back in the bad old days of the late 1990's I decided that the station must have misplaced it's entire record collection
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| Natalie bloody Imruglia! |
At work the station was always on in the department and Torn was played about every 3rd song for at least 2 years. I left the place after 2 years unable to listen to the same song any more.
There is no point to this story, I just thought you ought to know. That's all.
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