I came across a stash of old slide photographs recently and I have been trying to preserve them digitally. This one, like yesterday’s, was taken of me, horror of horrors, in those halcyon days when everything and anything seemed possible and when the World itself seemed to be changing all around me. Well, it didn’t change as much as I hoped but I was still lucky enough to live through some very exciting times that matched my probably rather adolescent enthusiasms and passions. Strange then that I don’t feel that I’ve changed that much since then – in my head and heart at least even if the passage of time has been unkinder to all my other less adolescent bits. I haven’t seen this old photograph since around the time it was taken so it came as a vivid reminder of those days when I, along with a lot of other young idealists, were listening to a song called All You Need Is Love. Odd though it may seem and wiser as I may have become, I still go along with those sentiments and whenever I listen to it, a bit of that thrill returns.