I was browsing the unsung section of Head Heritage and the there was a link to the song Sister Europe by the Psychedelic Furs, and by crikey that took me back!
The first time I went to Derbyshire I played the Furs in the van all day. I had been to Avebury for the first time a few months before and was all loved up with the idea of mysterious stone temples erected by people who hadn't heard of god or jesus or Bob Monkhouse or coronation street.
Took a girl called Jane with me, she was seventeen. I thought she'd be impressed with goth punk and neolithic mystery . . . what was I thinking?

Anyway, we got to see the Furs in Leicester a couple of years later. The singer all cool in a black jacket and red/white horizontal striped T-shirt. I adopted that look for a while. Impressionable.

Dear reader, time moves too fast and I'd like to slap it round the chops for doing that.
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What else can I tell you? Saw a great Rockabilly band last night. Poor Cilla the gerbil was ill last week but better now thanks to the vets, and I read Cormac McCarthy'd The Road in one sitting on Friday.
Party on!