50 Ways To Prove I’m Rubbish #10

It’s 1988. I am at 6th Form, with the last streaks of my accidentally-died-purple hair still prominent (heck: my hair was still prominent!), my left ear pierced (and then re-pierced as, oblivious to the clue in the name, I didn’t realise that I wasn’t supposed to take the sleeper out at night), and in possession of a pair of truly awful tartan-print jeans.

I am drowning myself in late-80s jangly indie pop. And my fellow students decide that they want to go to a club.

Now club/rave culture hadn’t quite hit the sleepy backwater that is Peterborough by 1988, so going clubbing was still very much of the shiny mirrors, chrome features and fittings, pre-ecstacy meat market type.

And we weren’t exactly spoiled for choice when it came to nightlife back then; Richard and I had begun frequenting an indie club called Viva La Rock, essentially an end of terrace house which had been converted into a three storey den of iniquity. But despite my efforts to entice people with the endless slew of mixtapes which I had carefully prepared every other evening to play in the common room, I knew that my chancesof persuading my peers to go there were precisely nil.

And so it was to Canters, a nightclub above a furniture store. The odd name is because it was originally owned by former Peterborough United manager Noel Cantwell.

I hated it.

But I did dance. Once. To this.

Because it’s brilliant:

S’Express – Theme From S’Express

Truly a record which never gets old. And a record that all these years later which, if I ever hear it when I’m out and about, is pretty much guaranteed to make me throw caution to the wind, get off my fat arse and see just how knackered these knees are.

This also gives me the chance to post a link to this, an old post where I posted all (I think) the tunes sampled in Theme… I’ve re-upped the links for those who missed it first (and, to be honest, second) time around.

More soon.


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3 thoughts on “50 Ways To Prove I’m Rubbish #10”

  1. I remember when you posted that last link and knew I’d commented at the time. Yes, fond memories of S’Express and I used to run home to get my copy of the album if we were heading back to someone else’s flat. Funnily enough when we had a get-together not that long ago with another couple who were celebrating their 25th wedding anniversary, we had to have a dance out on the decking of their very well appointed executive home to Theme from… How things change but can it really be over 25 years!

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