I OFTEN THINK OF THIS LOT ON HOT SUNNY DAYS

There was a spell, not long after I first got married back in 1988 (something that was fated to be a disaster from the early days), that I seemed to spend a fair bit of time out back, getting drunk with the new but who would prove to be short-lived neighbours either side of the garden fence, listening to The Pogues on a C90 cassette. It was a period when the weather did seem to be nice so we were outside for a fair few nights after work, and there was a fair bit of difference in all our musical ...

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