Intriguing.
So...
It turns out, sitting in the back garden, drinking too much wine, till midnight, at my parents' house does actually open the secret door to 2004, (where LJ was waiting like a small, yappy type dog!)
I wonder how I get through the door to 1977? That probably involves absinthe and chucking rockstar hissy fits in hotel rooms, doesn't it? I might put that off for a bit, actually.
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