Back To the 80s

ake me back to the 80s, with top gun all the rage. with me VHS and Betamax, and Ceefax holiday page. Keith had is hand up Orville, the Rubix cube was fun. Samantha had her baps out, on the third page of the sun. body-popping was a passing phase, perms had become the norm. Adams ants had their makeup on, as they took the charts by storm. space invaders and Pacman too, adventures up the park. British bulldogs on the front, we stayed out till it was dark. when people passed the time of day, with a chit chat at the shops. no mobile phones or internet, just a weekly top of the pops. when we had to close the curtains, so the neighbors couldn't see, grange hill and Roland rat on the black and white tv. shell suits and hi-top shoes. woodchip on the walls. Sierra Cosworth on the drive, man that had some balls. October brought us tatties. in fields, we bloody well slogged. with hawkeye watching over us, and his one-eyed collie dog. take me back to the 80s, when money was more than tight. we fed our meters ten bob bits, to keep the house in lights. when pubs closed their doors at eleven. the last orders bell rang out. off we went to the takeaway, but the children then get nowt. the fish shop guy was our best friend. he paid us well with scraps. in return for yesterdays papers, salt n vinegar we did lash