Summer 1989
My family embarked on our first Continental holiday. We had a *lot* of miles to drive, from West Wales to the Loire Valley in deepest France, and my mother duly recorded hundreds of C90s from the cream of her LP collection to keep us nippers entertained in the back. We'd been on the road about 20 minutes when she discovered they were all still sitting in a little heap in the middle of the living room. In a masterpiece of planning the family opted not to turn back - allowing us the joy of doing 3000 miles over a fortnight during the hottest period of the summer with only the Very Best of Bryan Ferry and Roxy Music for company.

Hearing Jealous Guy nowadays brings to mind the feeling of tearing bare legs from vinyl seats. Owowow.



There was a period in the mid eighties when the top of the charts was dominated by two songs: The Final Countdown by German synth-nohopers Europe and hairspray enthusiasts Bon Jovi's Livin' on a Prayer. Either of these songs reminds me of the slightly sick feeling brought on by too many service-station knicker-bocker glories as my newly divorced father tried to establish himself as the "fun" parent.
( naeonlite, Tue 29 Mar 2005, 16:15, Reply)