Come on Eileen
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Man, I remember shaking my tail to Come on Eileen many moons ago — when rat-tails were a right of passage and Molly Ringwald held both the lock and the key to my tiny pitter pattering heart. Back then it was all ice-skating and fairy floss; skateboards and trading cards. It was bags of chips by the rusty school fence and sunburnt faces on crackling summer days. It was Pepsi and Milo; showbags at the Easter show; and games of Twister by the electric heater. And all the while a soundtrack of pure musical and lyrical indulgence played on and on and on. Mighty props to the 80s. If it weren’t for the misdemeanors and feeing of unbridled potential that pervaded that decade like a bad New Romantic haircut, then every year since wouldn’t have made any sense at all.
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Belle Saturday 23 June 2007
Hey, I love your description of the way the 80′s primary school days were. that’s exactly what they were like for me too. I tried your link but it did not work by the way..
Zolton Saturday 23 June 2007
Hey Belle, good to see another 80s tragic out there. Which link didn’t work for you? i tested them all and they all seem fine. ZZ
Belle Sunday 24 June 2007
Ahh! it works now – it was the 80′s trump cards link. When I clicked on it I just got a search engine site. I really liked your description of the rusty fence, I was always leaping over them getting my backpack caught like a spazz! haha
Kath Monday 25 June 2007
It’s good to see that there’s still some people out there born in the 60′s that are still into new (and old) music, arts and culture. We’re a bit of a dying race out there at the music venues but hey, I think we still go the hardest! Nouvelle Vague were amazing at the ‘V’ Festival, I knew all the words, especially ‘too drunk to *uck’.
Zolton Tuesday 26 June 2007
Good to get your comment Kath. I wasn’t born in the 60s though – not quite anyway! But I totally agree with you about the quality of the culture back in the day.