Sorry, perhaps a bit off topic, but reminds me of the Ralph McTell 'Streets of London', anyone remember that?
In the all night cafe At a quarter past eleven,
Same old man is sitting there on his own
Looking at the world
Over the rim of his tea-cup,
Each tea last an hour
Then he wanders home alone
So how can you tell me you're lonely,
And say for you that the sun don't shine?
Let me take you by the hand
and lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something
to make you change your mind
Absolutely wrong to hog a table as an office, but for those coping with loneliness, do go and talk to them! 
Things that (sometimes unreasonably) get on your nerves...hopefully lighthearted
Someone needs to go back to Junior School himself.
Craig and Lindsay Foreman end their hunger strike in prison in Iran.




