…recently laid to rest
The young man in the sweatshirt and grubby blue jeans stands out amidst the genteel splendour of the opera house, an ugly intrusion like a foul weed in a bed of delicate perennials.
I don’t know how many USB drives I’ve acquired, lost, borrowed or given away. They rattle around in drawers and lie hidden at the bottom of bags.
A found photograph of unknown boys – who are they and what brings them together?
Endless renewal is the perpetual motor of rock and roll. Always has been, always will. Musical genres come and go, bands change direction, reinvent themselves for better or worse.
The whole rationale of the white elephant is that it should be utterly useless. Venerated, perhaps, but in practical terms a burdensome extravagance designed to ruin the recipient.
As every fan knows, the primary function of the World Cup is to facilitate the filling in of the wall chart.