Why This Is Hell

I think there's something in the water at the moment.

Let's, for the sake of a label, call him Travis, although that's not his name. He was looking glum the other day, and my first assumption was that he had split up from his girlfriend. Nope, the reason was more life changing than that, and suddenly I'm called upon to give advice I feel distinctly unqualified to give. Walking back home from the Doves with NW, we were chatting about whether we'd given the right advice to Travis, and whether we'd given him too much of a hard time, and I also inadvertantly indicated that come Sunday night I'd be in need of a shoulder. Although I also said that I probably wouldn't be able to talk about it.

This is called ( foreshadowing )