Where Dreams Go To Die

Guitars hang from the wall of a secondhand shop, rose-tinted dreams of fame, fans and fortune supplanted by the nightmare reality of survival in this harsh and unforgivingly mundane modern world. After you with the whisky bottle, I need a drink . . .

Good God, man, lighten up: It's Friday, the sun's shining, a glorious weekend beckons, and England are still in the European Championships - until Sunday, at least