Week 1 : Small Things are Always Evened Out

There’s a man standing down the street on that Beatle’s album, in his grey tweed jacket, glasses, watching John Paul Ringo George cross the crossing. He’d got the afternoon off work. This is what he thinks: ‘Cor! Strike a Light! There they are!’ He has seen, but seen through, the cameraman, the makeup girl, an unwanted gentleman from the press. Such figures lose focus when you watch The Beatles. Perhaps he’s invaded a photo or two. ‘I did! I’m sure I did! I stood around for long enough while they were unaware!’ If they hadn’t given him the afternoon off… Thank heavens for small mercies.

But as he went to inform The Wife, hurling his jacket on the lounge chair, polishing thoses glasses with a new sense of now, he noticed two brands of cigarette in her ashtray. Small things are bigger on closer inspection.