Some Things Are Always Constant
I’m fortunate to work online but not quite fortunate to be able to connect to the internet from anywhere in the world through an antenna sewn into my ear. That means that on my travels, as much as I love to frequent local and interesting coffee houses, I often find myself inside the walls of a reassuringly familiar Starbucks.
On this particular day I was sitting at a small, round chequered coffee table in a New York Starbucks (there’s one on every block). It was the kind of table that looks like it could be home for a weathered chess set but has never been able to fulfil it’s destiny. Instead of being the separator between two great minds pitted in non-violent battle, it lives it’s life being the supporter of over-priced, coffee-sugar creations.
At this point in time the chequered unfulfilled table had the pleasure of supporting my dust filled over-travelled laptop. I was working away online.
I looked up and spotted a balding man intently reading over a tabloid newspaper.
New York City is the kind of place where a man can get almost any publication he wants. This man was obviously intent on reading lies from the British press and was fixated on his copy of the Sun Newspaper. The Sun is famed for having a semi-naked woman on it’s third page and having a reading age of 9.
I wondered why and how this man had this British newspaper in this New York coffee house. Why would he bother? Was there a British newspaper store nearby? Was it today’s paper?
Then I realised. I was in Liverpool.
Some things are always constant and Starbucks is one of them!