Do You Want To Go Where The Sun Turns Red

Do You Want To Go Where The Prophets Prophesy?


Day Four. No Let Up. Got the bus to work, no complaints so far. Supposed to take car for an MOT tomorrow evening, that's not likely to happen but hey ho. Wish I'd been able to skive stay at home again but guilt got the better of me. It's all part of growing up.


Watched two episodes of a series-linked recording of This Is England '86 when I got home. Wowee, what a programme, brought back so many memories, can't wait to watch the rest.

In 1985/6, I spent a lot of time in a hot sunny climate with lots of boys, and some girls, from the South Yorks/Notts area, also Manchester, Bristol, Befdford. Handsome, funny boys with quiffs and striking girls with big hair and big laughs. Spookily, a very good friend of mine emailed me this evening badgering me (in the nicest possible way) to sign up for a reunion in February with those same boys and girls. Synchronicity (and not by The Police).




Rainmaker, Spear of Destiny, 1984