My summer of LOVE
‘Our parents were too busy having a good time to bother preventing us from having a good time too’
Iwasn’t sure which summer it was when the world came alive to me – 1982 or 1983 – so I googled ‘top pop songs’ for both years and whoosh! I wasn’t ready for the effect, sitting at my computer 35 years later (in reading specs and pyjamas).
The answer is: it was the summer of 1983. Rod Stewart was, Spandau Ballet were singing – and yep, Wham! were singing about sticking together-never. OK. Deep breath. I’m back in the room. I was 15 in 1983. My parents owned a house in the Languedoc, in the South of France, and we – four children and my parents – used to spend all our long summer holidays there.
