If you had told Teenage-Me that Adult-Me would end up liking so many songs from the 1980s, Teenage-Me would have declared Adult-Me extremely lame. Or whatever dismissive term I might have been using in the mid-’90s. Not cool, anyhow. Somewhat unsurprisingly, I no longer care whether or not I’m very cool, so let the singalong […]
Oh, friends, we’re chock full of love, lust and loneliness in this week’s Ode to The Letter O. Stick through until the end since I’ve left you all a present. Oh yes.
You know what this week needs? George Michael from 1990.