31/12/04 Edinburgh

Café Nero Morningside
Middle class dressed bloke. Early 50s. Well spoken English accent.
But stands too close to me in the queue. He invades my space. He's muttering to himself loudly. He asks what he can buy for £1.50. Orders coffee.
He shakes as if laughing or sobbing - but no sound. He finds an extra 20p & insists on changing to a chocolate. This means slowing the queue & throwing away his coffee. He drinks quickly & leaves. (Not lingering in the warmth.)

Talking to himself always. He thanks the cup collector politely.