Old School

A post by my old blogging mate MetroDad, in which he admitted to his love for Tears for Fears, New Order, Pet Shop Boys, et al, has got me reminiscing a bit.

I am a die-hard 80's fan, musically anyway. Especially after a couple of drinks - I can be found out the back, in our study, Gary Newman up way too loud, and dancing my 42-year-old ass off. I am going to be such an embarassment to my daughter someday.

Poking around in my archives, I came across this picture of me, circa 1987. My little brother was visiting me in California, and I was showing off my new bike. (Please note - I was not going for a ride barefoot! I was crazy back then - but not that stupid).

But how cool are the stone-washed jeans, the mullet hair-style, the aviator shades, and the "I'm 23 and I have a motorcycle" shit-eating grin on my face?

Good times....