Sweating cobs, out of the gym, into the car, window down, CD
on - Abba’s greatest hits. Straight away I have to wait while three young
people cross the car park in front of me. “It’s not mine, it’s my wife’s,” I
say to myself, though actually, I played it all the way here - but only because
it was in there already.
Nevertheless, l don’t want to be seen as an Abba person -
yes, catchy and sing-along but not meaty, urgent, progressive, meaningful or
personal. I am a Beatles, Who, Animals, Bowie, Floyd, ELO sort of person. I
would even wind my window right down for Supertramp, Killers, and Coldplay [but
only in a rural area, probably].
I am a railway enthusiast, not just a train spotter. I mean,
come on.
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