Like it's 1982 in the caravan at the beach.
It was one of the coolest albums my parents owned and our whole family loved it. It reminds me of the drive from the suburban bliss of Greensborough to the then quiet coastal village of Anglesea where we'd spend the summer in our permanent caravan. There was plenty of good music in my folks record collection but some pretty.....shall we say questionable albums that seemed to get the high rotation treatment, which might I add they did NOT deserve. Classics that are forever burned into my memory, The Phantom of the Opera, Cats, Julio Iglesias, ABBA, Manhatten Transfer and my personal favorite Richard Clayderman.
There wasn't any Rolling Stones, Led Zeppelin or Dylan but there was a splattering of Beatles, Eagles, Chicago, Patsy Cline, Mental as Anything and even a Ringo Star album. It's Stevie Wonders 1980 release; 'Hotter That July' album that really made me smile.
I also remember these summer memories. Which are best remembered while looking through Dad's photos or his classic slide and movie nights.
* Once at the beach I found a $20 note. I was over the moon with the excitement of buying myself stuff. My folks persuaded me that it would be a good idea to buy all the family ice cream. You can imagine the thrill of sharing I experienced.
* Alby Mangles movies in the Anglesea Hall. Classic. This is were I found my passion for short shorts and busty babes.
* 'V' the original TV series. Big hair, flesh eating. Surprisingly no nightmares.
* I once swallowed some lego pieces whilst playing in the caravan annex. Mum knowing full well that I would survive the night played up the whole 'this could be your last night'. She made me feel better with cuddles, ice cream and M&M's. I think that night was my first anxiety attack/'I'm going to die' experience. My kids don't play with Lego.
* Boogie boarding at the surf beach and being really good at it.
* Wearing fake Ray Ban Aviator sunglasses and riding our dragster bikes feeling like I was Erik Estrada from CHIPs.
* Going fishing but never catching anything.
* Bruce Springsteen's 'Born in the USA' played over and over again. I don't get his music to this day.
* Sweaty head bands and wrist bands and tennis socks with baubles. Don't ask.
* Playing some sort of astro space invaders game on a Commodore with a cassette tape drive. I was king.
* My brother was my best friend but we fought like ally cats. He started it.
* Crawling under the cash registers looking for dropped coins. I made a pretty good living from this. Still to this day I really have to be in mental control not to get on my knees for a look. "Opps I dropped my car keys....I'll just bend down for as look"
* At the end of the holidays getting wildly excited about new school books, new stationary and new Clarke's shoes, which always cut into the feet for the first week then they became a second skin. The promise of a new school year was actually really exciting.





















































































