Earlier that day, we'd had a bake sale in aid of Comic Relief, which also made me feel like I was still at school – not that anyone at my school could have summoned up the baking smarts to create a Jammie Dodger from scratch, as someone did yesterday...
She cut all the heart-shaped holes out by hand, but then she does work in the art department.
Then today I found myself picking a 5-CD 80s compilation off the clearance shelves at Sainsbury's. I spent a glorious afternoon thriftily selling my old clothes on eBay, and reacquainting myself with Musical Youth, Swing Out Sister and Curiosity Killed The Cat. In 1987, when cooler teens were mourning the demise of The Smiths, I was conscientiously filling two scrapbooks with pictures and interviews of Curiosity Killed The Cat, which I had feverishly cut out of Smash Hits. I've never stopped loving those early singles, but I thought I was the only one – until earlier this week. I was working at a different title, alongside the archetypal Serious Music Fan, with his subscriptions to all the appropriately earnest magazines and podcasts. At about 6.30, after most people had left, he put his own 80s pop compilation onto the stereo. It included Down To Earth, whose opening bars he met with a clenched fist of delight. I naturally responded with an adolescent squeal.
Then I knew I was not alone. You are never really alone, of course. But sometimes, with one's love of critically scorned jazz-tainted white-boy 80s soul-pop, it can feel that way.