Saturday

From a house on Kingston Road comes the sound of the Baby Elephant Walk. I'm sure it's being played rather than a recording. Someone gets up on Saturday morning to practice the tuba. In the supermarket a dishevelled man with green dye on his ear and no shoes recites lines from Blur's Boys and Girls to people waiting in the queue. They make nervous eye contact with each other. Supermarket staff start to follow him but he's pushing a trolley like he's fully intending to buy washing detergent and I doubt they can eject him for knowing lots of words to nineties Brit pop. Following the herd down to Greece.