I’ve just finished downloading a whole set of albums from t’Internet. Included in these are a dozen of Billy Bragg’s albums from the late 80s and early 90s.
Now I’m sitting at home in my dressing gown surrounded by mortgage and insurance forms, I’ve packed the kids off to school, The Hildy is out at work and I’m listening to music from my teens when life just seemed to be so much simpler. I was a different person then and sometimes I find myself missing the old me. If I didn’t have such a wonderful life it might be more often.
When the zombies attack I’m taking my 80s music collection with me into my underground bunker and not a damn one of you can say anything to change my mind.