By about 1985, I was into The Smiths but nobody else was, not at my school, anyway. Morrissey in particular was viewed with much derision by the kids I knew. Not me though: I thought he was brilliant. A couple of the cooler kids might grudgingly admit that Johnny Marr was alright, but that was…
Tag: Debbie Harry
Urgh. Icky!
Mickey – Toni Basil. Aged ten, I was a sucker, a rube, a schmuck. In the previous post, I’ve said how I accepted what my old man told me without question. It never occurred to me that a different point of view to his might be valid. To be more – or possibly less…
