He was already there when I got on at Paddington. I sat across and he wore the uniform. He had all the names. Under his
Superdry jacket sneaked out an Abercrombie and Fitch t-shirt. He was young and unattractive and thinks that life if a numbers
game. A sequential puzzle. As long as you take the right steps, in the right order, you get the prize. He knows the brands to
buy and he buys them. He wears them. I bet he wonders why he is still single when he has done everything right.
I bet he looks at me and thinks muscles are the answer, the thing that he's missing. He thinks that maybe the jacket, the
t-shirt and the jeans aren't enough. That if he hit the gym everything will come to him, nice and easy.