Over the last 6 months I repeatedly caught Richard wistfully gazing off into the distance. Perhaps he was dreaming of his one true love in Perth? Maybe he was imagining a world in which Marxists would finally overthrow the oppressive bourgeois? In any case, that I was in the presence of a romantic mind was clear.
I've known Richard a long time. Despite the fact that his recent foray into the world of bass guitar was fruaght with difficulty, I remain convinced that one day he will be a pop star.
With a secret stash of amphetamines and chips, Richard drives his big rig into the night. The lonely yet beautiful landscape provides a fitting backdrop to the profundity of his soul.
