Secret reading
On the way home on the train, I saw a guy who looked like a builder, wearing dirty jeans, a high-visibility jacket, and drinking a can of Carlsberg. On the vacant seat next to him as a magazine called "Stylist" (no, I've never heard of it either) with the headline, "Are You Secretly Desperate To Be A Housewife?".
I found myself wondering if the magazine was secretly his.


