Dear Cairn, I am currently sitting in the oldest coffee house in England (although the café across the street would beg to differ; apparently this coffee grudge-match has been going on since 1654), drinking a latte made with Turkish espresso and eating breakfast. Which, in the traditional British manner, includes

SCENE: PENNDEL APT D5. – AFTERNOON   ERIC is sitting in a warm chair, dressed in black, watching YouTube.  His shoes are off.  He is comfortable.  Hearing someone fiddling with the door, he looks up from his laptop.   Enter SCOTTY, dressed casually in a grey t-shirt.  He has just