Mr PC

So there I was, sat quietly in a vast waiting area the size of several football pitches, surrounded by glass and airconditioning, minding my own business at the end of a particularly long unholstered bench reading my book and sipping an expensive plastic decaf coffee which was marginally better tasting than the container and vastly better than the plastic tea on offer. All around me were empty chairs, sofas picnic tables and benches. Right on cue Mr Nutjob wanders over and sits right next to me totally ignoring spacing convention and my human rights. I brace myself as I am in a building that specialises in mental health and my new best friend does not look like he has been outdoors for a while. "Excuse me mate but do you mind me asking (at this point there is no point me minding he's going to ask anyway)whats the title of that book your reading" I show the cover in the universal its this book move and read out the title "Obsessive Compulsive Cycling Disorder" "Really, is that what you've got?" "No. Its not a condition (well it is but thats a different tale) its a collection of funny stories about a man who likes cycling" "I didnt know you could get that, have you had it long" "No. Its not a condition (deja vu) its a funny book about a man's interest in all aspects of cycling" "You dont look ill" "I'm not, its a book not a mental disorder" "OCD is a funny one though" At this point I give up, put book away and listen to Mr Nutjobs view on OCD, his best mates handwashing and the plastic cup versus liquid taste debate. Finally his helpers realised he had left his padded cell and fetched him for his lunchtime medication. I watch as they take him away across the empty reception area past all the empty seats. Very carefully I check all around me, no neon signs over my head. It must be an aura, or similar. I was allowed out of the building later in the day. PS> Gremlins are in the matrix again hence no posting yesterday, and no paragraphs. Its probably because I have run out of hyperbole to describe the weather we are having. Phone lines dont like weather, especially 100mph wind and rain types. There was a ladder agaisnt a pole a mile away, all sorts of bits of wires hanging out of the very important looking box attached. No sign of engineer or van. Presumably blown away earlier.