
22/02/2025
❤️
It was 1989. We didn’t have social media, we had a phone card, a travel card, a Fila jacket, our music and our friends. We connected via British Telecom, We’d walk for miles and miles for days and days. We’d sit and plan and go out. Two of us. A few of us. A hoard of us. We had each other’s backs. Nobody was left behind. If you had £1 or £100-we were all equal in this game called House.
We shared everything. Our chips, our trainers, our clothes. We chipped in. If someone needed to bunk the tube- we all bunked the tube. We sat in the park. We sat in our bedrooms. Playing the same tunes over and over while we waited for our call sign - our brothers and sisters from the record shop, from the next postcode, from the girls loo in that club last week. We had been given our key: A flyer, a work of art: Cherished at 3am, trampled on at 9. We waited all week. We jumped into his/her Fiesta/Peugeot 205, darted over Battersea Bridge, stopped for petrol/fags/a twix/a wee, then like teenage dream queen bees to honey...we all converged at that weeks promised land. A field, a farm. Where the grass would be damp but the atmosphere would be fire. Climbing out of that car, hearing that thud thud thud bass bass bass of 10000 of your kindred bip bip bippety bopping to the sounds of you, calling you in. Your friends. Everything that mattered in those hot, hot, beautiful days that never seemed to end. Those hugs. Those sounds. Those laughs. Those people. That communal heartbeat of understanding, of family. Of people who got you with just one look for 8, 12, 24 hedonistic hours. We made friends. We fell in love. We all
fell into Peace, Love, Unity, Respect.
Then dawn broke and the music stopped. We gathered each other up, we snuggled up, we drove home, then we grew up. We straightened up and we buckled up.
But for those who were there. It doesn’t go. It never will. That itch is still there isn’t it? One track to take you back back back. That summer of love is well overdue. We’ll all be rich in paradise, again. Sometime soon 💜
© Sue Davey