A story from Ben Pester’s Am I in the Right Place, available now from Boiler House Press. ‘There you are! And you’ve had a baked potato, good.’ You turn away from your screen and look up. A man is there – a tall man, thin and spectacled. From where you are sitting, you can see almost into the black slipper-soles of his nostrils. ‘Graham?’ ‘Yes, I think so!’ ‘Good,’ says Graham. ‘Good-good-good.’ You realise that you’ve seen him already today – this Graham. He was in the unisex toilets at about ten a.m. He was using moisturiser on his hands, humming quietly as he massaged the cream into the skin between his long fingers. You remember his relentless technique, the way he seemed to find it musical, the amount of cream he was using, and his humming, which struck you as both joyless and secretive.