Perhaps I can be a little too self-conscious at times. Dominik and I had dinner in Whetherspoons in Lewisham last night. We were at the table in the corner, and I was sat with my back to the wall furthest from the main entrance. A few minutes into our meal, I began to notice a man sat at a table not far away, seeming to look directly at me. I tried to ignore it at first, but he continued to stare with such fixation and intent that I began to get unnerved. I told Dom about it, who of course said I should ignore it. Yet it began to really irritate me: did this guy have a problem with me, my dribble, or how I ate. I was about to take it up with him or report it to the staff, however, when I realised something. On the wall, just over my left shoulder, was a wide-screen TV showing the evening news. The poor guy wasn’t looking at me at all but simply watching TV.

Needless to say I instantly told myself to shut up and not to be so paranoid.