While eating breakfast (full English, average if truth be told) in the pub next to the Premier Inn where we stayed last night, coping with a hangover and checking my memory to see if I drunkenly offended anyone last night (possibly I think), I heard this song. It took me right back to being 17 or 18. Not one of Talking Heads experimental, world music inflected, double bassist, funk injected, Brian Eno numbers- just a superior piece of 80s pop from the inside edge of the leftfield.
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soggy hash browns!
Mushrooms were poor too.
Mushrooms were poor too.
Don't worry about the offending others when drunk, I do it every time I get drunk
it's when they serve the tomato cold, with everything else hot that gets me.
It all hinges on the quality of the sausages for me.
Last time I played it I knew every word to Little Creatures.
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