when I was hanging out in New York City, the Lower East Side (not a very nice neighbourhood back then), with some friends I'd made when I'd lived on the Upper West Side the year before. . .
they introduced me to this weird woman, who was the PA of some even weirder woman
who sang this fab tune
which still rings true for me, time after time
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24 years ago it was 1984, and we were waiting to hear from Big Brother.
Mind you, 24 years ago, I was only 13, so what do I know?
It is beautiful.
(Well we got Big brother Dave, though not quite as Orwell imagined it)
Goodness, Dave gets younger by the day, doesn't he?
I hope you are doing fine, ILTV. I have little time to blog (what with no housekeeper at the moment, so I'm scraping by with a cleaner, a dogwalker and a nanny) but think of you fondly and hope it's all going ok.
That was 24 years ago?
*sigh*
No way.
way, mel, way
*exasperated sigh*
but look where we are now and what we have
*she added, cheerfully*
cyber chum I think very fondly of you too XX
mig it is :-)
what did you know when you were 13dave? the mind boggles
Well, then--happy 24th birthday to the song!
24 years?!
No way.
Yeah, yeah....I know...WAY!
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