When I was a kid my grandma would sit me down when a story of Concorde was on the television and she would tell me to never forget the English in me. It has stuck with me as a adult. It's weird how stuff shapes your life.
Where my house is in Cow Bay concorde would actually fly over my home every morning as she entered North American Airspace. It was clockwork and I would always look up - she had a very unique sound
I too would have chosen the Coverdale Page T-shirt for 3 reasons:
(1) I love that fuckign album to bits
(2) I would have worn it to get a reaction out of people (which makes me grin)
(3) I would hope that others would love the shirt!
She looks so beautiful, it was a happy and yet sad moment - to see her rotting like this - it's a bloody crime - I wish between Heathrow and British Airways they would bring her inside and put her on display IN the terminal!
Despite losing - I stayed to the bitter end so I could run out on the pitch and tell them next time we shall conquer - and yes, I always wear the hat, jersey, and scarf (I know I have a problem but I can't help it - it's my city and my team)
This is a summer song that drives right into who I am - suffice to say on my honeymoon back in the summer of 2000 I was actually roaming around in the desert of Arizona and this song was played often. I actually remember laying out in the sand on my back with just my sandals on. I also remember being some place between Arizona and California where the roads was basically empty and just seemed to go on forever: