I've got the brains, you've got the looks
Lets make lots of money.
Me nostalgic for all that? Give us a break. I hated Thatcher.
But 1986 was sort of a special year for me. A crazy year. I dropped out of the church, fell in love a couple of times, had lots of sex.
The wheel was in spin.
And it's like Marr says; those were revolutionary times. Thatcher had stomped on all the old institutions- the City, the Unions. Willy-nilly, she gave us freedoms.
I had a girlfriend who was a painter. I had this idea I was going to be her agent. She said she'd let me. In the three months we were together I made phone calls, talked to people, booked her exhibitions.
I've never been so go-getting before or since.
But she- ahem- slipped out from under me. And my career as an entrepreneur went with her. No red braces. No cell phone the size of a brick.
But just for a moment- just for a moment- I could have had it all...
Rien ne va plus.