Fine and Dandy

Who was  your first music crush? Come on – spill! Was it Donny Osmond with his puppy eyes, calling it puppy love? Was it Madonna, thrusting her conical bra in your direction? Was it Aled Jones? Christ, was it really? Noooo.

Here is mine:

From the moment Monica and Jo brought a cassette player into school and played Antmusic in the playground, I was an Antfan, and when I saw the promotional video for Stand and Deliver on Top of the Pops – well, that was it. I had found love.

I took my 99p and I ran as fast as my chubby little legs would carry me to Woolworths on the parade and I bought my seven inches of flamboyant posturing  joy the very next Saturday.

Not only was there stage make-up and heavy drumming, but there were duelling pistols and black horses and women with beauty patches on their faces. It was all too, too perfect for this embryonic bodice-ripper.

For most of 1980 and 1981 Monica, Jo and I sat in the cloakrooms, avoiding the dinner ladies, alternately raving over Adam and his Ants and playing Simon (remember Simon?)

Our other great obsession was Abba's Super Trouper album, but we don't talk about that.

Because Sony music are killjoys won't allow embedding from YouTube, I can't show you the song and video in all their glory. What a crock. But if you've never seen it, please do go and have a look.