He stares off
This is my friend, the writer and poet Jonathan Langley. It was late in the evening, during the early Autumn, that we strolled across the M4 motorway near the Theale offramp. Between us we had nothing but four Fosters, a long day and the silence which comes with years of hanging out. Below the pedestrian bridge we watched commuters speed home to their middle class houses. And made some hilariously inappropriate knob jokes. Good times.