At the newsagent at Skinny City's fine airport a young lad - of some nine summers - in front of me in the queue (and let me just say, airport queues are among the finest queues known to humanity) laid down on the counter the magazine he wished to purchase. It was a motoring magazine and had on the cover a picture of the new Commodore. I was overjoied to see a new generation of footsoldiers in the Holden vs Ford wars was on the way. Some had told of the demise of this particular cultural conflict back in the nineties, but clearly 'tis not so.
Hallelujah
No comments:
Post a Comment