A man walks into a fish and chip shop. I am reading the daily paper. He asks if he can take the magazine section. I agree. He sits on the next table. He reads.
Seconds pass. And then. He talks.
"Now. Right. There's a mistake there with the possessive pronoun."
I turn and nod. A chip dangles on mid-air fork.
I can see this is the start of some considerable report.
I ask, "What page are you on?" I see another copy of the magazine under my chips.
[ The possibility of a play begins.]