Watch this video, note the man’s bow-tie and understand why I wore one for two years and thought I was cool. Someone should have sent out an SOS for my fashion sense. This was the first pop song that crossed my consciousness, that I chose for myself over my parents’ music. I remember wandering down the corridors of my lovely school for young ladies, wearing my hideous brown winter uniform, dreaming of Sting and singing this:
Twenty-eight years later, and I’m off to see The Police tonight.
*Waaahhh! Runs off screaming. Waaahhh!*
(Will return tomorrow in adult mode to report …. *Waaahhhhhh!*)