"When stuck years ago in a job I hated, my only friend was the public bench. As the tedious mornings ..." — Tom Hodgkinson

When stuck years ago in a job I hated, my only friend was the public bench. As the tedious mornings dragged on, how I would long for the lunch hour, when I would be able to escape the torture of the office and stroll over to the churchyard and into the comforting wooden embrace of one of its benches.

Tom Hodgkinson Writer • British