Dearest Friends, we had a party on Saturday night. But the strangest thing happened... You see, as we were getting ready, there was a slight, yet perceptible slip in the temporal continuuum and all of a sudden the calendar had spun back twenty years or so.
The fridge filled itself with wine coolers and jugs of Fuzzy Navels appeared on the kitchen table.
Sheena Easton perched on our mantlepiece and Billy Idol on our bathroom door.
Then the guests started to arrive. Joan Collins. Jennifer Beales from Flashdance. Some New Wave dude in a skinny tie. Melanie Griffiths out of Working Girl. A couple of chicks looking for an aerobics class. A cop calling himself Detective Sonny Crockett. And two mullets. Most peculiar.
Then, lo and behold, who should appear one of the Flock of Seagulls. It's true. Though the air was hazy wth nostalgia, we managed to snap a fuzzy piccie of him, hanging out with Joan. Look up top, FiL tells no lies!
And the stere-ere-ereo played some fine old tuneage. Here, have a listen: