Down to the minute...

I had just given birth to Sparklet Minor, and my bessy mate was preggers with her first, making this story about 1991-ish, or thereabouts.

We sat in her front room, watching Top of the Pops or somesuch yoof program. Our parenthood status meant that staying in had replaced going out, and a big pot of tea came instead of many beers.

So there we were, tea in hand, sat in front of the pop-pickers choice, when a trio of angry American men appeared on the screen.

"Hmmm he looks fed-up!" I declared to my BF.

"Maybe if he washed his hair, he'd be a bit less fed-up?" BF suggested

"Or at least combed it. got it off his face somehow?" I reasoned

"That jumper could stand a wash an' all!" BF noticed..

"He just wants to take better care of himself, then he'd be happier.." I decided, as BF nodded in agreement..

It was a good job we were quiet at that point, we would have missed the presenter grinning like a kid on blue pop, as he announced...

"Well, that was Nirvana, with an exclusive play of their first single, Smells Like Teen Spirit"...

We were both 22..

And who knows, if he'd listened to us...

*edit changed title..
(Beer Elf Thought this was like a campfire, anyhow, on, Fri 1 May 2009, 14:08, 2 replies)

I was going to complain about the original title "Girl on Girl Shocker"
but you changed it too quickly for me at my advanced age to respond in an appropriate manner as befitting said title.

(That said in what I hope was proper adult language, I was also going to say that your choice of titles clearly demonstrates that you know your B3TA audiance as a title like that will pull in many more views than anything else!)
(MichaelS wasn't picked again, Fri 1 May 2009, 15:21, closed)

Co-inkiedink!
As I was reading this, Nirvana came on the office stereo.

Um, no, I've not got anything else to say.
(jaredearle There is no spork., Fri 1 May 2009, 16:45, closed)