Chopping up strawberries to add to our branded Pimms jug, I realise why I distrust summer ' its arrogance ' the hyper-reality of sunlight, those overexposed July mornings; we chat with our palms pressed flat to the sky, crowns of light brambling through our finger-slats.
"Listen, it's not that I didn't find you interesting, it's just that¦ well, I find all conversation ' all communication really ' to be essentially duplicitous. Hand signals, for example, who's idea was it to make hello and goodbye the same?