| Nostalgia |
Nov. 17th, 2011|11:26 am |
Found it! After 13 years, here it is. I heard this for the first (and until now the last time) driving through Eastbourne (on the way to Warsaw). 3AM, and a quite beautiful women in a white dress was traipsing freely by the side of the road, while the fumbling certainty (as in piedod-man my father-in-law's oral manifestations, or Martin's philosophical declamations) of this melody was bashed out on the van stereo (the others were sleeping so it was a private moment).
Talking of fumbling certainty, I should say I never tried cocaine - only a brief speed phase, which ended when I was marooned with Iain in a car park in the pouring rain on the outskirts of Cowdenbeath at 7AM. |
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