The Days of Wine and Roses.
Maaates, havnt we all had one or two of those. Time being what it is we get all het up over the rough stuff which somehow remains with us and stands out in the mind. Intrudes even. The lyrical bits fade away.
Seems to Robaire and I that a Galleria recalling a smattering of these events, some minor and some not so minor would not go astray. There is no real aim here, so browsing is the name of the game. Should there be a pic that takes your fancy, drill out the image, there may be a scrap of text which brings a smile or a pork belly laugh. And it could just be very sad too.