poet. writer. imposter.
I am a terrible cliche. I sit in my local coffee shop with my laptop – until recently, the dreaded Macbook – in my black polo necked shirt, sipping cappuccino and writing my latest novel. I am the worst kind of person, apparently.
But I don’t care. I’m comfortable there; I write well there; most of my best work has been written there.
Suck it up.
Confrontational arrogance aside, the Costa I go to is a fantastic source of dialogue. I know it’s rude, but I listen to peoples conversations, finding them endlessly fascinating.
“Fifteen Café Scenes” is the result of three weeks of observing, eavesdropping and documenting the unexpected human drama taking place in the most unassuming of settings. All of these ‘scenes’ relate genuine occurrences as honestly and with as little embellishment as is possible. Snapshots, if you will. The longest one, due in a couple of days, is probably the most contentious, but please note that the situation and words used are documented and do not reflect own beliefs.