I'm trying to get home, sweating under the weight of the outside world, when I spot someone I know heading in the opposite direction. I contemplate attempting to throw myself across to the other side of the busy street, but I'm just too tired to put up a fight. I try walking on oblivious, but my friend's enthused cries wear me down and eventually I have to resort to pleasantries and name dropping, walking along the high-street with my fashionable acquaintance, wheeling himself along within the fashionable confines of a Victorian child's pram.

Rollo Kim