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Remembering the time when a dollar was a dollar, a song was a song and foreign policy meant invade first, ask questions later."
I don´t know about you, but I just love the 1980s.
Always have done. Well, at least since 1990. And I don´t think I´m alone. I mean, I am alone now, which is why I´ve got time to make this website as part of my therapy, but, well, isn´t the internet great? That´s one thing we didn´t have back in the 80s. there´s loads of other things we didn´t have, too, like a sense of concern for our fellow man, or sports utility vehicles. But to find out more about that, you´ll have to wait for my car section, which will come as soon as I figure out how to do the HTML. But seriously, if you´d told me that I´d learn how to use a computer. Well, in 1986 I didn´t even know what a computer was. Or I did, but I thought computers were for squares. And they were, because if you were hip, you were in a club, like the Malibu. You weren´t spending your time in an after care program, learning skills to suit you in the new economy. I mean, this is great and I´m really positive and everything, but, I´ll be honest with you, things were better in the 80s. You knew where you were. It was a great time, a time when ´bribe´ and ´corruption´ and ´man made fibers´ weren´t dirty words. Great times. And great memories. Memories we can all share. Apart from really young people. Or dweebs! Or people who forget everything, like I tried to. Well, not forgotten and certainly not forgiven. That´s what they told me in court and that´s my message to you. We won´t forget you and we won´t forgive you, for making us all victims. Fashion victims!
I was maybe the worst fashion victim in town,
and I was in a town full of them. Probably the most hip, happening and certainly hot place in the whole of the 1980s. Vice City. Oh, I know Vice City is still around today and having something a revival as corruption and depravity come back into fashion, but in the 80s it was something else. The place was on fire. Sometimes literally. When I first arrived there it was a thriving metropolis, and despite my best efforts, it still stands. I don´t think I could ever claim to have been king of the city, (my therapist complains a lot about my grandiosity, whatever that means) but certainly I was the crown prince and for a while, I was also the court jester.
Anyway, enough about me. And back to the 80s.
And tell all your friends about this site. If enough people visit, I´ll win a prize from my guidance counselor.
Oh, and here´s a little e-postcard that I just learned how to make.
Send it to your friends, if they´re into this sort of thing.
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