iPod in hand, by bands as I do I stop the tracks, the music starts to fill my head, I recall that same feeling that I maybe 20 years.
London in the eighties, there is nothing, just as in London, to see a musical, that childhood experience of travel, I remember correctly. Tomorrow morning here at Liverpool and the appetite to put in Pullman train from Euston station in London, when my father had to go on a business trip. Read the rest of this entry »