Pony Gold Whiskey Visions sample shirt; Volcom button-up; Somedays Lovin’ jeans via Market HQ; Urge boots via Market HQ; jewellery/scarf/conchos: markets/eBay.

So we went to the op-shop, and I bought this good rug. I also found a book about – inexplicably, really – the original 90210 television series. So then that got me thinking about my favourite episodes, including but not limited to: the one where Dylan goes to Mexico because his sister was kidnapped, the one where the gang goes to Palm Springs and I think Brandon has a drinking problem or something, and the one where Brandon’s crazy girlfriend drugs him and his killer ivory Mustang convertible gets trashed – ending in the inevitable egg-assisted “this is your brain on drugs” metaphor. Oh, and any one where Steve wears a fluro crop top, because that just makes no sense.

But anyway, most of all, the best bit was when Dylan McKay quoted what would later become my favourite Bukowski poem. Although, I only recognised that retrospectively, because at the time that it aired I was, say, five.

But that was some cool shit, the Bukowski thing. Because Beverly Hills 90210 was about as mainstream and marketed as you can get – my 11 year old sister had 90210 socks – but I love that there was something kinda culturally seditious slipped in there, that you could take or leave. A bit of an unturned stone.

Is that still going on? Are today’s characters in entertainment still doing that at all – working on two levels: the accessible and the enlightening? Giving us a little lane-end into new words, music, or art to discover? I have my doubts, and I try not to look at them anyway.

So, we went to the op-shop and I bought this good rug, and Humble and I laid on it in the sun and I thought about those kinda things.

there's a bluebird in my heart that

wants to get out

but I'm too tough for him,

I say, stay in there, I'm not going

to let anybody see

you.