The other day somebody on Facebook was asking if writers were bands which band would they be, and the first name that ran through my head was Simple Minds.
I also adore the video that goes with this song, not least because it brought back to me the memory of a time when I linked arms with a certain young lady and we skipped the length of a car park in Norwich while the moon looked down – she looked nothing like Stan, but I may well have had some features in common with Ollie, and with time the resemblance has deepened.
I have a history of skipping across car parks with people, which may be why instead of offering lifts friends now tell me to sod off and catch a bus.
Bonus points to anyone who catches the typo at the end.
Okay, everyone count with Peter…
81… 82… 83… 84…
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