30 years on, "Baker Street" and "Night Owl" seem all the more perfect for their moment, its disillusionment and desperate nerves for the future, a moment uncannily, frighteningly like our own. It's as if he had to disappear at this moment, his own sense of security within himself somehow destroyed by that brief upsurge of success, his past rendering him unable to take part in Scotland's new assertion of itself. His recent life has undoubtedly been, to say the least, like the protagonist of "Night Owl" at the end. But I hope he returns, if only because I genuinely believe there is more to him than mere MOR comfort food.
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