In 1988, Morrissey released his first solo album. Having been a Smiths fan I remember the day I bought it. Getting it home – putting it on the turntable, yes a turntable – feeling a bit uncomfortable at some of the lyrics. Did he really sing Bengali in Platforms? But one song really grabbed me.
Trudging slowly over wet sand, back to the place where your clothes were stolen. This is the coastal town, that they forgot to close down. Come armageddon, come armageddon, come. Everyday is like Sunday, everyday is cloudy and grey.
This was home, on the east coast of Scotland. The image in my mind was clear, and has been for almost 30 years. The shelter in the park, near the end of the promenade out passed the miniature railway.
I was there on Sunday – even the greased tea kiosk was closed – but the sea looked beautiful.