Wood Beez

My Dear Fellow,

It has been 80's week on my iPod this week. I have an 80's playlist that takes about 7 days to play from start to end. It is because I have no actual musical taste, and have just bunged everything from that decade in there.

Oh all right. I vetoed "Japanese Boy" by Aneka, but "Atmosphere" by Russ Abbott made it through the quality control process somehow.

The thing is, "Atmosphere" reminds me of Deb Vasey's birthday party which is where I debuted my "Miami Vice" look of white trousers with white shoes, and shirt sleeves pushed up to my elbows like I was living in tropical climes and not Yorkshire in February. And songs are all about memories like that.

I should add that my 80's playlist stops at about 1988 which was when those horrific Stock, Aitken, Waterman songs took over the charts and I lost interest with one or two exceptions*.

So today I've been floating about in my head listening to early 80's classics like Irene Cara, Spandau Ballet and Bronski Beat while writing boring BA documents about rubbish things that nobody cares about. In my imagination I'm not doing that at all. Instead, I'm playing Pac-Man or programming my Vic-20 or going to see "Beverly Hills Cop" which is much more fun than deployment plans or risk registers.

I just hope that my daydreams haven't leeched through somehow and my batch design doesn't include references to Timbuk 3 or Phil Collins. "The first full refresh of the consolidated return feed is expected on July 29th, everybody Wang Chung tonight." That manner of thing.

Coincidentally, Er Indoors informs me that Feefs is working hard in NZ, trying to secure us all tickets to see Queen with Adam Lambert. It's a kind of magic, I guess.

In other news, the company I work for is celebrating its 20 year anniversary today. There was a big faux rock festival in the staff restaurant and lots of 1997 songs being played. Tch. Some people love to live in the past eh? It's a bit sad if you ask me.

Parsones

* I happen to have a weakness for Mel & Kim. Shut up.