That we do… and what happens in this incident room? What you mixing up, huh? LOL
That song triggered this one. Don’t ask me why.
I remember my Mother and Grandmother dosing me with copious spoonfuls of Kaolin and Morphine back in the day, it had to be shaken thoroughly because of its tendencies to separate in the bottle. I always felt rather drowsy after consuming it.
I won’t ask, though it dragged this up for me:
And one really odd one was creeping in too (I may need an exorcism to remove a Shatner):
As we are going into Pet Shop Boys, I have to admit that I’m a bilingual illiterate:
But you lived - So clearly she was an expert at medicining people.
For me it is remembering honey and whiskey as a 4 or 5 year old. Don’t remember what it was for, but I must have liked it…WAY too much as I grew older (diagnosed with cirrhosis at 26 from alcohol abuse). Originally got clean and sober in LA in 1980 and during the 80’s a number of musicians (and actors and actresses) got into recovery. Most were a blast to hang out with, as long as you didn’t make a big deal of them. If you did that, you were generally ignored. I remember one of them telling me that he was there because he was an alcoholic, not a “celebrity”, so no special treatment or attention. Back then a guy named Tony was the sponsor of one of my friends. He just celebrated 47 years. Used to come to the skid row recovery home I was in to take folks to AA meetings. Very serious and grateful for his recovery. Fun times and now I realize I am REALLY off topic.
As there appears to be an 80s rewind going on, I just happened to be listening to Percy’s early solo stuff today
This boy can wail
As I was reminded of this, I think all must suffer it together.
What a fantastic recording of a recent 3 hour Cure concert @ Wembley. Hope to catch them live somewhere in 2023.
Sorry to hear of your diagnosis especially at such an early age but also congratulations on your recovery.
This song has that 1960’s Andy Williams vibe about it which my Mother really liked. I remember having to go to our local Woolworths music department to buy her the CD which I frequented often for my own records and CD’s and I remember the look on the cashier’s face as I handed it over to her to pay for it, she was trying to keep a straight face so I told her that it was for my Mother which she replied with “likely story” It was a while before I went back into that particular branch of Woolworths for my music. I was very image conscious back in my younger days hence my embarrassment.
Nice to know that this oddity managed to dredge up an intriguing anecdote.
Woolworths also conjures up memories of cheating with pick 'n mix and Crash Test Dummy toys.
It is always when doing my Christmas shopping that I miss Woolworths. It was the one shop that I could rely upon to find something for that last minute awkward person to buy for.
Especially if you were looking for something a bit shit but not complete tat.
Sadly, even the Aladdin’s caves of pound shops are a dying breed too.