Flitting

While in Birmingham I spent fifteen minutes looking around BHS which had a range of decorative products, ceramics, towels, cushions, mostly things that you didn’t need to change but became seduced by small incremental changes in colour or design making them must-have items.

Eventually I decided to ignore all of them, leaned against a steel support pillar and got comfortable as I waited for my wife to tire herself out as she continually passed by me as if she were on a merry-go-round.

Then I watched and marveled at all the different types of people and the clothes they wore, each one trying to be that one human that was different too anyone else. Some do it by writing a bestseller, becoming the greatest sportsman or woman, or the next Elvis; but the way we dress has the most initial impact on our senses.

And how I would have loved some of those clothes when I was eighteen; a period when nearly everything was black and white.