I always seem to have my most profound thoughts when I am lying in bed at night. What is the meaning of the universe? Why are we all here? It’s like my mind thinks that the darkness will hold the answers. Tonight I can’t stop thinking about the Space Shuttle.
One of my favourite Walter Matthau films has just been released on DVD in the UK for the first time ever. I have not seen the film for a couple of years but for me it outshines all the other great Matthau classics. The film centres on the daily get-togethers in Central Park of Matthau and Ossie Davis; playing two aging guys who have seen better days. Both from another age when men were proud and dignified unlike the urban waste they encounter in the park.
I was having a little rummage through a box of old photographs the other day when I came across this negative. It shows a man and a woman standing proudly behind a pram containing a young child. The man, upon first inspection, seemed to be holding a dog. Just who these people were I had no idea, but it caught my imagination and I was determined to find out as much as I could.
Dave Oxton died two weeks ago… no stop the crying, hold back on the national day of mourning, I don’t mean that I actually died, I mean my blog, daveoxton.com, died.
Ok, let me explain…