The curious thing was to meet all three of them in the last 12 hours of my short midweek break, within half a mile of one another.
They were all quite different; I did not raise the subject, since we met for other reasons, yet they shared this common bond. Was I witnessing the birth of a new movement, or non-movement, for our times?
Probably not, since there was nothing spectacular here. At one extreme, a friend of more than 20 years; at the other, the taxi driver speeding me to the station, whom I do not expect to meet again. Let’s change the names and introduce them.
