Today I am whisking all of you back to 1986, a year when that song was riding high in the hit parade, work began on the Chanel Tunnel,The Sun reported that Freddie Star ate a live hamster and
and the last time when I had a pair of sunglasses which fitted properly.
The hamster has since emerged alive and is now living in a two up two down in Morecambe.
Every time I go to an opticians I am informed by a soft humming and hawing that the topography of my face is "a little bit Asian" for a Caucasian and that my low nose bridge and high cheekbones are responsible for the red cheek divets which take well over an hour to die down.
The only solution proffered has been for my snooty little sunglasses to enjoy a first class round trip to Hong Kong for a little nip 'n' tuck but I'm the jealous type and grudge sending the little blinkers off an all expenses paid jolly without me.
Rayban Wayfarers were soldered onto my ears all through the Eighties. They were the one thing in life which never let me down - if only I could say that about some of the men in my life.
I've decided that what is old is new again. New Wayfarer 902 here I come.
How many pairs of sunglasses do you own?
Are you lucky enough to wear whatever catches your eye or are you facially handicapped like me?
That's "zygotically challenged" for our American chums.