Play Without Words

There's a jazz quartet playing mood music under the neon coloured strip lights barely audible in the hubbub of a full bar and seating area. I'm drinking pernod on ice - I like it when I don't want to sugar my drinks. There's an arty couple sitting in front of me side by side. He has thick framed green designer glasses and a beret tucked into his jacket pocket. She had dramatic silver bobbed hair and red lipstick. She's eating a homemade sandwich out of an oddbin's plastic bag. A ripple of applause drifts through the crowd standing watching the band. There are lots of excitable school groups dashing around. And when my dad arrives we go and watch this.