Lustful in London
I was just twenty when I met Marcus. A two hour train journey to London, we sat opposite each other with just the customary formica covered table separating us. I caught his eye a few times but disregarded the visual union as he was just an old man – older than my Father – yet like my dad smart, well groomed and stylishly dressed – for his age. My attention was for the first hour confined to the silly magazine I’d been daft enough to pay three pounds for but now, getting somewhat...