It seems - and is - a long time ago that Laban was out clubbing five or six nights a week. This song struck me then, as now.
"Street life - but you'd better not get old,
Street life - or you're gonna feel the cold"
"Things fall apart, the centre cannot hold" - W.B. Yeats. "We're doomed !" - Private Frazer. "Like scrolling through a decade's worth of Daily Mail editorials in 20 minutes" - TheLoonyFromCatford