I heard Desert Island Discs on Radio 4 last week and Neil Tennant was on it.
I’ve always quite liked Tennant’s arch take on life and greatly admired his song-writing abilities with the Pet Shop Boys. And any man named after a lager must be OK. Unless they’re called Stella as that’s just wrong.
So I downloaded Discography: The Best Of The Pet Shop Boys and it’s bloody marvellous. It’s pop-tastic with intelligence and wit thrown in.
Listening to it almost made me want to dance at my desk like a camp dancing thing. I may well be a gay man trapped in the body and by the libido of a raging hetero-sexual…
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