1982 story

Now follows a little short story containing the song titles of every number one single from 1982. Hope you enjoy!








The following songs are contained below!

Renee and Renato. Save Your Love.
The Jam. Beat Surrender.
Eddy Grant. I Dont Wanna Dance.
Culture Club. Do You Really Want To Hurt Me
Musical Youth. Pass The Dutchie.
Survivor. Eye Of The Tiger.
Dexys Midnight Runners. Come On Eileen.
Irene Cara. Fame.
Captain Sensible. Happy Talk.
Charlene. I’ve Never Been To Me.
Adam Ant. Goody Two Shoes.
Madness. House Of Fun.
Nicole. A Little Peace.
Paul McCartney & Stevie Wonder. Ebony and Ivory
Bucks Fizz. My Camera Never Lies.
The Goombay Dance Band. Seven Tears.
Tight Fit. The Lion Sleeps Tonight
The Jam. A Town Called Malice.
Kraftwerk. The Model.
Shakin Stevens. Oh Julie.
Bucks Fizz. Land Of Make Believe.

The party was in full swing. It was a real house of fun, love and laughter. There was much happy talk between guests, and plenty of people were discussing how beautiful the day was and were getting to know each other. The new husband and wife, Jim and Julie were pleased with the results. They had been apart the whole night, entertaining various guests and mingling amongst the crowd. Jim sidled up to his wife; "...how have you found today darl? We've been here since seven. Tears of joy have been shed over past memories, have you enjoyed yourself?"

Julie answered, "It's been a fabulous night darling. I've enjoyed it so much.". They had managed to scrimp through the past six months, and put all their money aside to make this wedding happen. Oh how they did save. "Your Love means everything to me, Jim", she finally blurted out, making Jim blush in front of the other guests, including Julie's sister Liesa, who winked at Julie.

"Oh shush!" said Jim, secretly delighted.

In the Wedding Hall at the mansion house there were about fifty guests, of old friends and family and there were new faces too. One face stood out from the crowd. He was a young man, with no need to be down, and had travelled up for the day from his base in London Town. Called Mali (certainly that was his nickname) he was a tall and broad fellow, and he'd been standing at the bar all evening, with eyes switching left and right. You could argue that he had the eye of the tiger, as he surveyed the scene. He stood coolly, sipping his drink.

As the music changed pace it cut into the opening bars of Culture Club's "Do You Really Want to Hurt Me?". There was a slight change in atmosphere and a little peace. Jim realised that this would be a good opportunity for photos. He approached his shy Sister in law, Liesa to ask her a question. Suddenly he exclaimed "Oh no I forgot to book the man to take pictures with my camera" "Never!!" Liesa replied.

Julie eavesdropped, and spoke up. "Relax! Remember we booked an official photographer! You see that man over there....." Liesa looked around, and looked directly in the eyes of Mali, who immediately looked back. He softened his gaze as they made eye contact. Time stood still, and the moment of eye contant lingered. Liesa and Mali stood motionless while all other drifted along to the disco atmosphere, tunes and the endless beat. Surrendered to each other's glances, they slowly took their time to take in all aspects of each other's face.

Mali noticed her fine cheekbones and delicious eyes, and was in awe of her beauty. Liesa admired his features, then spread her vision further, and judged him to be strong as an ox, capable of living where the lion sleeps. "Tonight", Liesa thought to herself, "I will get to know that man a little better".

Cutting in, Julie brought them both back from their trip to the land of make believe. They immediately cut sort their gazes, and terminated their little staring session.

".....If you see that tall Dutchman over there, Mali? Well, next to him on the bar is a camera". Julie knew what she was intending for her Sister. "If you pass the Dutch..." (ie. making her come into close proximity with) "...man you'll see that's his camera. Ask him to pop over" Liesa wriggled uncomfortably.

She knew this was a big moment for her. "Mali often takes portrait photos, maybe he could shoot you; you're very photogenic. You should ask him what he thinks of you; you could be the Model for him! He's come up especially from London to shoot this Reception party. Ask him for a dance! I dare you!"

Liesa's eyes danced between Julie and Mali. "Oh, Julie, but what if he says "I don't wanna dance"?" worried Liesa. "Well, you'll just have to ask him! You have to be brave!" offered Julie in reply. At that precise moment she put one foot forward the music changed, and now there was some lovely piano chords tinkling away; ebony and ivory making the room instantly sway.

Jim grabbed Julie by the arm, and whirled her around. "Ooh, goody!" Two shoes left the floor as Julie was picked up by her husband. "I love you" she cried as she was whirled around and onto the dancefloor. This was their song, a track they both loved and adored and it enabled them to become one. "I leaned over backwards to get you as my Wife, Julie." He whispered as they swayed, all faces but two on them in the room. Julie beamed.

At the back of the Hall the two faces looked at each other again, Liesa shuffled over to the bar, nervously. "Hi Mali" were the only words she could muster. "Hi there" was the retort from Mali. He seemed cool to Liesa. "I hear you're the photographer, and you're from Holland?" she asked Mali, tentatively. "Yes, I am" said Mali.

Liesa responded, "I've never been". "To me you are fantastic!" interrupted Mali.

"You should visit Holland one day. You look like a filmstar", Mali crudely added. The awkwardness and the breathlessness of his reply made Liesa smile. She instantly relaxed.

"Oh, really!" Liesa reacted; fishing for more compliments. "I'd never want the fame. I'm shy enough approaching a gorgeous man at a Wedding Reception, how would I feel if I was on camera?"

They both giggled. Mali beamed and looked on at the married couple sashaying across the dancefloor. "I'd love to have a day like this myself one day" Mali whispered. Liesa's nodded, "so would I" said Liesa, wrinkling her nose.

"Fancy a dance?".