I've been to paradise, but I've never been to me
Sometimes I come home and I'm blitzed. I go through the motions with the wife and kids but they know I'm struggling so they will let me off for an hour. Oftentimes I will be so braindead that I won't even be up to watching TV or browsing the internet. So it's Top of the Pops for me.
1980s Top of the Popses are currently running on various channels and there is nothing less demanding and more comforting than flicking through eight or 10 of them that have built up on the Sky Box. Sometimes I even convince my wife to come and sit with me. For some togetherness time, like.
The great thing when she comes in is that she gets her Google on. I have a million questions as I watch all these people, about how life ended up for them. You see them there, people who had one or two hits and who are thinking, 'I've arrived. I'm on Top of the Pops. And now I'm going to be a pop star for the rest of my life. And a millionaire', and you wonder, from the vantage point of knowing that they never had a hit again, how it all turned out for them.