- late night skateboard rumble round street corner (E-street choir?); in fact it goes by the name Endless Street (true) – and round they come the three long-haired cruisers come charged low to the ground in tight arc before heading off into the city centre where the squaddies are lining up for a bashing;
- the bright studded patent shoes of an ageing rocker down by the river where the swans gather watching him waiting for either bread or a song, not sure which – his hair dyed blacker than the night and maintaining a similar shine;
- in the graveyard a discarded umbrella, presumably to keep the dead dry?