I sort of ran out of steam on this blog recently, but with a little help from my friends, including song suggestions from between the years of 1975 and 1990 (Shake Your Love? Soap cycle of hell! Daytrip To Bangor? Uncle Ray!, Rain Or Shine? Hiding it from my friends!, etc.), I realise this seam is still worth mining. So if you have any requests, be sure to let me know. Every song has some memory attached, no matter how banal.
So let's go all the way back to mid-September 1984. I'm shortly to go to university and mum's over with brother to get me all prepared and to drop me off. But first, we're going on a little trip to Cambridge where legendary tapdancer Auntie Barbara now lives, with Uncle Adrian and their daughters who are a couple of years younger than us. We've known them forever since they moved into our close in 1971.
I remember my dad remarking what a big girl's blouse he thought Adrian was after he pinned a pink sheet against the bedroom window to the street by way of an announcement that the baby which had just been born was a girl. But they became firm friends. I found the photo albums which prove that.
So now they were in Cambridge, by way of Jersey, Portsmouth, the New Forest and Bournemouth. Those banking families must never feel like anywhere is home to them, but this lot always managed it. I suppose it's something you have to get used to.
For some reason we decided to get two coaches to Cambridge, changing at Victoria then out east. Walkman on, I sat in front of mum and bro, listening to my current fave Big In Japan by Alphaville. As we wound our way through some startlingly awful bits of north east London, with its tumbledown estates and parched grass I was glad I'd decided not to come to London to university after all, and pondered what my time on the south coast would be like.
Cambridge was fun in the meantime. I bought a lovely blue, black and red - and looking back on it - VERY Eighties shirt from newish chainstore Chelsea Man, a spin-off from Chelsea Girl of course, and thought I was just the ticket. I also saw a great t-shirt in a shop window with this cartoon hunk thinking to himself, 'I wish was deep as well as just macho', with a sidebar that read: 'Victor Mature Lives'. Six months later Auntie Barbara got it for me for my birthday. I wish I still had it.
The September days were shortening, the light was getting lower and soon I was about to embark on a new adventure, with my new shirt and my groovy hair... it was still coming too soon.
I went off this song for ages, but I'm back on it now. It really is a nice slice of Euro electropop with a beginning, a middle and an end, something all songs should have. Quite like the follow ups too. They were huge in Germany, you know.