Double-glazing, to speak candidly

10 February, 2012 – Changing trains on my way to Borough Market, there was, on the underground platform, a man about my height. Tucked under one arm he carried the latest edition of the London Review of Books as he flicked through Skye Gynnell’s A Year In My Kitchen. Doubly nourished, clearly, and heading to my destination. In my bag I kept my copy of each, and boarded a different carriage.