The Queen Is Dead was released 25 years ago last week. Such statements are sure to make a person feel old.
For me, back then, our Finals were just done and an early summer not unlike this one was underway. I was looking for a job but couldn't find a job and I even think I asked in Walthamstow McDonalds at one point.
In the end I couldn't hold on in London, and fell back to Devon. It was a strange, sad time in limbo.
This isn't even from that album. And not from that year, but the one before.
Its insouciance suits my mood today, and the weather.
For me it's forever Sue Gilchrist ironing in the front room in Brixton, at the time of the later riots, and singing along.
The Smiths - 'Stretch Out And Wait' (1985)
(I've posted it before of course. Old people repeat themselves, you'll find)