The date: 1974. The place: Perth. Our protagonist: Let’s call him Gary, a typical 1970s lad-about-town, all double denim, platform boots and flowing locks.
Perth and Kinross Matters
Like an unruly schoolboy slinging spitballs at classmates, new technology has been a disruptive force in education for generations.
I can't say for sure, but I don't believe Lawrence Cowan regularly ventures into Perth city centre dressed as Desperate Dan.
The council's schools review, which has been rumbling on for more than two years now, has understandably raised much concern and uncertainty amongst parents.
As I ambled through a rainy Glasgow city centre the other day, I was struck by a depressing thought: "Does protesting even work any more?"
The silent protest of two senior Tory councillors added some much needed drama to last week's budget talks - but it wasn't enough to save the event from eye-rolling predictability.
I might be going out on a limb here, but I reckon we've seen the last of T in the Park.
It is tough to know who had the worst Thursday night: health secretary Shona Robison or the then-chairman and chief executive of NHS Tayside, whose dismissals she effectively ordered.
Perth has built an enviable reputation over the last few years for its crowd-drawing visitor experiences, notably the Christmas lights switch-on and the sound and music Light Nights show.
The old debate of what constitutes art has probably been around as long as man has attempted to capture his experience of the world in a visual way.