There’s a clock on the wall
and it tells my time
In 1984 I rented the ‘Tea Warehouse’ for the night. For my time. I found some friendly DJ’s with large and obliging record (Vinyl albums) collections. They were prepared to indulge my taste and keen to get better aquainted with some of my gorgeous girl friends, as indeed they did.
I have memories of dancing along the street to the Warehouse at midnight for the start of the party. Dancing between the traffic. I remember kissing the policeman who lured me back to the pavement with the promise of a chance to wear his helmet.
The Psychedelic furs sang ‘Heaven’
November 2nd, 2009
Kissing the first man in uniform who promises you the use of his helmet! Some folk shouldn’t be let out on their own. (-:
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