The moment when the cacophony of voices, at the railway restaurant, became one, no longer dusty gibberish mixed with cigarette smoke, but a real, clear human accent making an utterance; alas, the voice spoke of mortgages, the price of heating homes, electricity and food; the only true the issue in our civilised world. So should one be shocked, isn’t that what we have worked towards too? A life that is mundane that doesn’t tax you with any political philosophy, any ism of this and that only leaves you to worry about the ordinary things like the ice cream parlour in Vilamoura that sells 21 flavours of ice cream, now isn’t that nice to know and giggle about?