I've got the TV on though I can't see it. So when the local news mentioned a mugging in Sheffield I was curious, and moved round to stand in front of the TV
It didn't register at first, too close I suppose, the face was familiar yet damaged with cuts and bruises. Then he described how he was attacked and I realised it was John. The nice old man from the pub who always said hello and made new people feel welcome, I think he said he is nearly eighty years old. For months after I started going to the same pub he walked me to the bus stop at closing time and I often thought it should be the other way round, that I should see him home the half mile or so he walked to his flat.
I think on the news he said he was attacked in the morning though, broad daylight

So right now I am really very angry with the world and had to share it with someone