
Happy Hour is one of them. Drinking at 7am may sound a bit naughty but I heard about this bar that was open in Cork, Eire for people who worked the night shift. You’d be walking to work and the door would fling open and you would hear the roar inside. So there’s always a happy hour at 7am for someone.
We’ve all got that little person on our shoulder. It could be a little tap reminding you of something or maybe it’s a childhood memory. That’s for you to decipher. Platform boots on a roof top. That’s a bit Slade or Sweet to be honest, has to be that era. Or maybe it’s looking back to that time and getting into some kind of fight with yourself because you know it isn’t coming back and was probably not as nice as you would like to think.

