Fancy a virtual pub crawl, in 1996?
Here are some tunes you might hear on one of those new-fangled CD jukeboxes.
Selected Top 20 hits from the year. Pub soundtrack to my novel.
Britain today is a powerhouse of ideas, experiments, imagination.
I’ve got a million thoughts.
She deals in witchcraft.
We only want to get drunk.
I’m the pain you tasted, well intoxicated.
Anything you want me to.
Now the words just slip away.
You’re released but your custody calls.
Too much to drink, but not enough to lose.
Mystical, magical, physically phenomenal.
The truth may come in strange disguises.
My vacant smile, and my laugh and lies.
Form a circle, before we all go under.
Our nowhere towns, our nothing places.
Beyond the black horizon, trying to take control.
I’ve got a head full of drought.
Keep the Beast in my nature under ceaseless attack.
I don’t keep my secrets there. I hide them everywhere.