This is the window cleaner, called John, at the cafe outside the station in Manchester. I asked if it was OK to take his picture, and he answered:'You're not from the social are you?' which I thought was worth recording as an example of the clever wit of the northern male.

Sorry, I just don't seem to have the knack with this machine tonight. I was thinking about my shallow opinion of the man in the same cafe with the head injury, who I suggested 'did not look like he owned the world.' On balance, the man on the train from Zambia did not look like that either. I do not know what that would look like. I wonder if people look at me and think I look like I own the world? Or you?