By once young we don’t really mean ourselves. It’s our landlord. Now this guy is one of the strangest man I’ve met in my life, and I HAVE been friends with quite a few, but none shines in this light like Our Landlord. He is in the midst of clearing up the rooms upstairs for the new tenant (an aromatherapy spa for doggies!! 93 Club Street is going to be a very jolly place!), and such has presented us with a massive framed old photo of himself. You know the dull fear we have about our dated old photos? That all does not apply for him. Why?

You will know if you come into Stevie the next time. We can only hope he finds us artistic, appreciative.