Occasionally I come across a post like this on Instagram that is a few weeks or so old, and as I’m about to leave a comment I find that the chuds had already long since swarmed it and worked their magic and there stands the result.

I always let out a hearty laugh when I see it, knowing that strangers like us waged a brief and magnificent flamewar on that spot. It never fails to remind me of that lyric from the Marty Robbins song ‘Ballad of the Alamo’:

“In the southern part of Texas

Near the town of San Antone

Like a statue on his pinto rides a cowboy all alone

And he sees the cattle grazing where a century before

Santa Anna's guns were blazing and the cannons used to roar

And his eyes turn sorta misty

And his heart begins to glow

And he takes his hat off slowly...

To the men of Alamo.

To the thirteen days of glory

At the siege of Alamo”