GloMag GloMagMay2019 - Page 259

A PLY INTO THE VOID Gone are those Golden charioted days, When seasons failed not, when Sky merged with The Blue and pots did not often come to the streets aligned with morbid drought piercing hot. Giant lorries laden with cans, brittle plastic bottles tied up to a knot circling boxes; Speed past the jammed crowd, VIPs throbbing with angst of thirst; 259