1985 was one of the most wonderful years of my life. So as the whole world seems to be succumbing into a nostalgic fug of bliss and comfort, to say nothing of delusion I might as well surrender to its spell for a month and a half in this countdown of my favourite 45 moments from a year that is now forty years back.
So what did I do in 1985? First of all I took a train from my parental home in Teddington, London and then took a ferry and then more trains through Swiss Mountains. Until I was in Locarno in Ticino. On the Lago Maggiore in Switzerland. A bike ride from Italy. Over the next six months I had an incomparable experience and made some of the most wonderful friends I ever made in my life. I fell in love for the first time among other things, an important moment in anybody's life.
'And I fell...' 'Did you feel low'... 'Huh'. 'Not at all,' I fell, right into the arms of Venus Di Milo.' I already had a Felt album by this time. Crumbling the Antiseptic Beauty. Their 1981 bruised and pristine early classic. Felt and Lawrence their guiding (and wilfully deluded) leader had a few years of blissful under achieving under their belts already and had made their way to Creation where Alan McGee did very little to direct them to the charts. With material like this he should hang his head in eternal shame and stop banging on about Oasis immediately and forever
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