For a while now, I’ve been writing this collection, not so much of stories, but of lives. They can be read in any order, as they are each a table of their own, although they slightly overlap and link. The concept is a Coffee Shop on a Sunday lunchtime, with a band playing. Each table tells a tale. As they have progressed I’ve realised death features quite strongly within them, and a sense of recollection. I’m also sorry if any language or theme offends, this is quite different to my history and event blogging!