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In Which My Ears Must Be Deceiving Me
August 29, 2008 by Mike
Sučuraj
Route: Split - Dugi Rat - Makarska - Drvenik - Sučuraj
A gentle ride, making sure that shock absorber survived.
Time to reflect on the bizarre taste in music I have encountered in this country.
Those of you who were at Warwick University in the mid-80s will understand what I mean. Those of you who weren't, won't. But this whole country has got Geoff Barraclough's taste in music.
It's an unholy alliance of Bruce Springsteen, Five Star, late period Queen, 'Now That's What I Call Music XII' and Arlo Guthrie (I've heard The City Of New Orleans every bloody day). Where in the world -- apart from Geoff's jukebox -- are you going to hear Maniac in 2008? That one from 'Flashdance'? In Croatia, that's where. And the Scorpions' Wind Of Change. And Sisters Are Doing It For Themselves. And Swing Out Sister. And Wham Rap.
This is a test, Geoff. If you're reading this blo- I mean diary, you'll hopefully Comment, or email me to tell me you haven't got any Five Star on your juke-box.
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