In 1999, as Prince did his thing and everyone else was quaffing champagne and wondering if we were about to encounter a digital apocalypse, I was laid up suffering my own version of the Millenium Bug, replete with Aloe laden
just because….
It must have been 1999. I remember sitting in a car park, somewhere in the industrial depths of Reading with my now husband, pre-children, marriage, mortgage and responsibility. I played this song – probably from an old maxell tape and