the late 80s were mighty fine :rolandtb303:
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I don't actually remember the name of the first girl whose knickers I got into. I want to say 'Michelle', but that's a total guess. She had dark hair. That's about the extent of my memory. I could have passed her in the street a hundred times since and had no idea.
The girl with whom I first performed The Act contacted me on LinkedIn a few months ago, though. That was a bit weird.
They were OK apart from all the saxophone. I have a deep and abiding hatred of the saxophone now. You might call me a saxophobe.
I don't care what Sir C and Peter say about yer man out of Bruce Springsteen's band. The saxophone is one of the worst instruments ever devised.