Life imitating art

Today I spent a few hours with an old friend from University days, reminiscing about the seventies when we were both sociology students.

Ron and I manned the barricades together, protesting about anything and everything. Within our gang there was a tacit competition, which he usually won, to be more leftie than the others. And so the Socialist Workers Party trumped the Labour Party, we all espoused radical feminism, especially the blokes, and the one poor lass who decided to join the police on graduation was shunned by the lot of us. We all agreed on only one thing - that Margaret Thatcher was the devil personified.

Later, after visiting the wrinklies who are currently scattered around town, I went to Portobello beach for a saunter and a ponder, and saw this woman standing on the end of a groyne (no tittering at the back). She's clearly in training to be Antony Gormley's next statue.

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(Number 24 on the Beeb's Top 100 Guitar Riffs announced today)