This morning, I was waiting for a coffee in Starbucks when I found myself staring at a young woman sitting at one of the tables. I was staring at her because she was reading ‘A Long Way Down’. She noticed me staring. I was embarrassed. I explained. She was suspicious. First I was staring at her, now I was telling her lies. I was embarrassed anew. I think it would have been easier for both of us if I’d told her I was trying to imagine what she looked like naked.