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Even Etienne Daho was class.

Saturday I saw the sea

It's been a year and a half that I had not seen. OK, you go from the Red Sea, with its fish yellow, orange, electric blue or violet, and 42 ° C in the shade at the beach of De Panne, Belgium, North Sea what. I loved dipping the knees, we had lunch on the beach was idyllic, there were chocolate bunnies, it seemed to be terminally ill who saw the sea once more, because the medical staff has really pity on us.

Once out of the water, with denim shorts and boots, bare legs, I felt more like an old rocker, who spent the night on a beach, which has just risen. We wrote a song, Cocaine and Sand , try to remember the words. I also got stuck in the crapper, a Belgian saved me. That day, I also learned that even in the car, the old guys trying to tighten. They are even willing to make fish tails for a little attention.

By car I realized one thing (yes, already there are too many commercials on radio) was that I was super eighties, like chick.

Really. I tried to hide one's face, telling me it was just a fad clothing, a period that I plugged. But no. (I refrain from saying''''Nay, I say too much).

There were phone and I knew by heart the words of''The day has dawned '', after which they spent ''The way you make me fee the''Michael Jackson ''Free ', Stevie Wonder, and finally'' Heart Of Glass ''Blondie. I had to see, the words flowed, I snapped his fingers, and I had a smile for three miles.

That, I confess, I am eighties.

I dream of wearing jackets with big shoulder pads on Monday, Tuesday would be the day of sticky lace, Docs, the black cape to go to class with Nina Hagen in my walkman. Wednesday, winning with my T-shirt Run DMC, my jean shorts past the bleach, and feet, Reebok Freestyle. I not even kidding, I have a side braid, eyeshadow, and a big gold chain. On Thursday, I calmed down in the name of the cold wave, I would dressed all in black, my tape of the day would Meat Is Murder, The Smiths. On Friday, I'd be a power-working girl, yeah, just to say that even in my imagination I see myself work. Another jacket with epaulets, Grace Jones mode.

Seriously, I dream of that era.

Outside of fashion that was completely delusional (However, it should restore the truth there were some awful things, such as fluorescent lycra skirts, jeans or snow snow too), there was also the Music mad.

You could consider seeing Brian Eno, Ian Curtis was still Life, Public Enemy was a nod to the Smiths with'' Louder than a bomb''. In short, it was egg.

On TV, Y'avait Dallas. And film, Y'avait Sex, Lies and Video Tapes , sister of Andy McDowell was there just the best girl undermined the earth. You could also kiffer your race by turning on the TV, because you were the only district to have MTV, so as to quell Thriller (yeah, no YouTube back then, and you do not lose your time on Facebook).

was really cool, eighties.