Macca has made earned several mentions here over the years, and as is often my wont, I thought it interesting to track down the ones referring to Band on the Run. Seems I once thought the title track was the best, then "Let Me Roll It". Now, at the height of my powers, I imagine that the "final" verdict is that the best one is really the colossus that ends the whole thing, "1985". I'm not sure how many times one can change one's mind about such a thing, but that is the state of play as it stands.

So, I'm sometimes wrong. When you mostly live in your head, estimates about personality and character are quite easily off target. I still go a lot by initial judgments, and take my instinctive feelings about people to mean far too much than I ought to. He only needed to make a few simple lines for me to realize that he was far more complex than I had thought; and though I don't like to admit it, it's likely he's far more developed than I'll ever be. This realization isn't comforting at all, and I don't think that making it earns me anything. But I would like to acknowledge my wrong this one time.

Contrary to my initial estimates, it seem like there is a not-insignificant portion of lads my age who, like me, seem to wonder what it is that awaits us out there in the years to come. But that isn't really a cause for celebration. I wonder, are things really as bad as they feel on nights like these? I cannot imagine the generation before us facing this sort of existential turmoil. I think being spoilt for choice plays some role in all of this. It is a topic of perpetual interest to consider what exactly is going to become of all of us who wonder about where we're headed.