Watching a child on the tube, I wondered what kind of person it would grow up into. Would it be gay, right wing, brave, arrogant, or charming? I looked down and saw I'd spilt burger down myself, staining my shirt and my sister's scarf. If you want to see loneliness, sit in a gay bar by yourself, then take a nightbus home. Every face has the same reflection, milky and only half there in the window - briefly obliterated, again and again, by the glare from a passing streetlight and the couples who huddle in their own universe beneath it.