I had a recent 80s flashback. I recovered, with no visible scarring. But I took something home with me:
Does anyone remember Kate Bush? The weepy punkromantic’s icon? The predecessor of the current emo kid?
They haven’t got these tunes today, that I’m aware of. (My boys love that tune about Mom being lost in 1985. But that’s ‘cuz they don’t really know drama. So I say, so it is written.)
This song – and Wurthering Heights – taught me what drama was, when I was still a child. God Bless you, girl.
But again, I’ve strayed from my point.
My point is Tim McInnerny. Check him out. He rocks. Sexy, strong, and sad. (And the fact that he looks kinda like Hubby has NOTHING to do with my appreciation of his theatrical skill. Truly.)