1989. Winter. January.
Hangover from the New Year.
From the old year. From ‘88.
The number eight is like the sign for infinity.
Double infinity then.
A year that lasts forever.

Certainly felt like it.
Ecstasy and infamy.
And now?
The comedown.
Kylie & Jason.
Especially For You. 

Arsenal nine points clear.
Liverpool’s crown slipping.
Crown Paints into Candy.
A decade circling the plughole.
Disappearing down the drain.
Ten years of Thatcher.