Thirtysomething1987

Michael Steadman:
The clock over the door stood at 2.43. Harrison watched the progress of the minutes. The second hand moved with the thoughtlessness of an underwater plant, caught in a lethargic current. Harrison carefully arranged himself on the stool and listened to the sad, tubercular sighing of the coffee urn. Once again his eyes were drawn back to the clock.

Ivy Dunbar:
[as a customer in the caf? Michael is writing about] Well, this isn't very interesting, is it?

Melissa Steadman:
[as waitress] I don't understand. Michael used to be very imaginative.

Ivy Dunbar:
I'm very disappointed. It lacks focus, intent, detail.

Gary Shepherd:
[as customer reading a newspaper with no print on it] I'll say. Look at this. He's got me reading a blank newspaper!