Nobody is without imagination. We all have dreams, carried with us wherever we go in hope more than expectation…but with a little expectation nevertheless. And that, perhaps, explains the thoroughly half-hearted nature of yesterday’s proceedings, for nobody can have been unaware that these were wasted hours, dribbled tediously away while others went in search of fulfilled dreams. Somewhere, someone spent the afternoon of Saturday 5th March 2005 doing something that they’ll remember forever, that they’ll take to the grave as a personal, irreplaceable treasure. And it wasn’t me. And it wasn’t you either.