Echoes down the tracks

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Back when I was a young lady, I would tune the radio dial to 105.3, Live 105. In the early eighties that was all I listened to, and lovely music like this track, from The Jam, would emanate from the speakers, and I would wonder about British boys, so far away, worrying about their mums. Paul Weller’s lyrics were so poignant and beautiful, drawing the picture of the hard life that existed for many of Britain’s working class during the Thatcher era:

Rows and rows of disused milk floats
Stand dying in the dairy yard
And a hundred lonely housewives clutch empty milk
Bottles to their hearts
Hanging out their old love letters on the line to dry

“A Town Called Malice”

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About megstar73

I'm a 37 year old living in the East Bay near San Pablo Bay. I have worked as a Gallery Assistant at a small community college and am a medical assistant who has trained as a phlebotomist. I need to find time in my busy schedule as the mother of a very active toddler to study and get my phlebotomist's license. Interests include cheese, exotic beverages (not the alcoholic kind), ethnic food, improving my culinary skills, bacon, reading, music of all genres and combining all of the above together with friends! Last but not least, I love being the mother of a beautiful, sweet darling little girl. How lucky am I?

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