With the sun baking the pavements and England with a semi on (steady!) we’re back in the summer of 1990.
The Berlin Wall has just come down…. Nelson Stanley Mandela is going straight…. Maggie Thatcher is about to be hilariously defenestrated by her own “friends” in grey suits…. I am 16 and have left my shit school and am about to start two years of magnificent hairy DOSS at an FE college. The world – specifically its bars and its thighs – opens before me. Life is very interesting indeed.
Arguably best of all, the “cultural revolution” of the 80s has been relaxed and under this perestroika it is alright to like a lot of pre-punk stuff like the Fabs, the Stones and even the Zeps and the Floyds. And it’s all out there on CD. And there’s some corking new stuff out there too. What a time to be alive!