It's a long way to the shop if you want a sausage roll
Hoping to somewhat mitigate the impression I made on Flaggy with my confession of 1978 love for Kate Bush's Wuthering Heights, a little vignette regarding a recent moment of nostalgia.
We were recently watching the 25th anniversary of Rage special (Rage is a tv music institution in Australia which to fully describe would be too great a tangent for the purpose of this post) which began with AC/DC's It's a Long Way to the Top. There are three layers of nostalgia here: 1), it's Rage. I miss Rage. 2) Childhood memories of my brothers' obsession with AC/DC in the seventies, right down to the jailbreak pajamas. 3) Those are the streets of Melbourne, long before all the major works to make it look like another city. Ah, the Gas & Fuel building, ugly as ever!
We were recently watching the 25th anniversary of Rage special (Rage is a tv music institution in Australia which to fully describe would be too great a tangent for the purpose of this post) which began with AC/DC's It's a Long Way to the Top. There are three layers of nostalgia here: 1), it's Rage. I miss Rage. 2) Childhood memories of my brothers' obsession with AC/DC in the seventies, right down to the jailbreak pajamas. 3) Those are the streets of Melbourne, long before all the major works to make it look like another city. Ah, the Gas & Fuel building, ugly as ever!
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