I wonder
Whilst I go to Wetherspoons to (mostly) hide from conversation.
Do others go there to start one?
I suspect they do.
Life can be lonely.
I never really understood Train Spotting.
(Thehobbynotthefilm).
Or Plane Spotting.
Or any other staring-based pastime.
Until recently.
Because occasionally – I like Wetherspoons Spotting.
I buzz to the lovely market town of Hexham, just up the road, a few times each week.
I may go to a £3.50-per-cup independent coffee shop.
Or the £4.05-per-cup Cafe Nero where I can hide upstairs and work.
And occasionally, I may access the £1.25 Drink-Mediocre-Coffee-Til-You-Wee Wetherspoons offering.
I shouldn’t go to Planet Wetherspoons really.
Because I spend far too much time Spotting people.
And listening to people.
People are quite loud in Wetherspoons.
Sometimes laughing.
Sometimes shouting.
I can’t work out if the people that I Spot are happy.
Or not happy.
But I hope it is the former.
Planet Wetherspoons is a place of blue plates and chips.
And an app that, when I am feeling particularly asocial, gets me my empty, refillable cup – without actually speaking to anybody.
I wonder.
Whilst I go to Wetherspoons to (mostly) hide from conversation.
Do others go there to start one?
I suspect they do.
Life can be lonely.