Tag Archives: 80s

So it’s Friday Night in 1982

I can’t find anywhere to blog from in the Camden Palais, sorry, it’ll just have to wait. And now a drunken Irishman has just pissed on my winkle pickers dammit and we’re not even in the bogs.

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So, now it’s Thursday night/Friday morning

disastrous night in Seven Sisters Road trying to pull in radical nightclub as recommended by City Limits. Me and Toby only whites there. Long journey back home. Relaxing joint. Put record on. It’s this:

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Wednesday

Perhaps have a meal. Otherwise spend night in polishing shades in readiness for the weekend which starts tomorrow.

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When I was twenty-odd

I had the passing thought tonight that I could recreate a week of my life as a twenty year-old. I wondered if I’d still be alive after seven days of it. Monday to Friday I’d complete a day’s manual work … Continue reading

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*Quintessential 80s

This was already going quite swimmingly simply on account of Ms Adu’s general atmosphere before they started introducing horses, motorbikes and Land Rovers into the mix. All I need now is a line of green drinks with brollies in them … Continue reading

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