One of my occasional late nights this evening. However, the day doesn't seem quite as bad for having had a serious lie in this morning, a quiet time reading, an early lunch and the oddest journey to work for a while.

A odd looking young man sitting near me, with a short read beard, was knitting a scarf on giant needles with giant wool. At the same time he was lecturing - that's the only word for it - a drop dead gorgeous girl across the aisle on how to knit (and how he learned), that he was a musical prodigy by the age of 11 (with details on what pieces he'd had to peform at each grade), and that he had read 4000 books in the last 8 years. Even he admitted that it was only a matter of devoting time to it.

It was difficult to tell whether his audience of one (well, two counting me trying hard to read my book but utterly failing) was merely being polite in her interest, resigned to listening, or genuinely agog at gush of words. (I was in the latter camp.) Definitely one of those moments when you want to know the back story - and indeed the forward story - of how they get on.