FRANK WESTWORTH
“Steve pulled his phone from a pocket. I hate this. I detest peering like a blind man at a tiny phone screen and then muttering words of approval, wonder or horror, whichever is appropriate. Especially while standing by the booze shelves in a supermarket.”
earlier today as I was doing manly things, like shopping in the supermarket. It’s not easy, but it must be done. Engine oil is sometimes very affordable, you know. Anyway, my pal, who we’ll call Steve to protect the guilty, tapped me on the shoulder as
