I go to my local pub about twice a week for a bit of banter, and I must confess to being a bit of a people watcher. Anyhow every tuesday night, a father and son come in, dad in his late fifties, son in his tweens. They proceed to sit at the bar and nurse a lager each, one each for three hours or there abouts. Having had a good slurp they get out the i phones and play on them, in silence, all night. No words are spoken, they frown when a ribald comment is made from me to my long suffering pool partner, possibly because it disturbs the concentration they so obviously require. Am I missing something here?.
Simon.
Simon.
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