People Are Strange/Cry Little Sister
From the Lost Boys soundtrack album. I was 16/17 at the time and utterly bessotted with a girl at school, who also lived in my village.
We became friends and I occasionally popped over to her house for a coffee and a chat.

What she didn't know was that I thought that she was an angel (in the romantic sense).
I got the impression that she kind of liked me a tiny bit too, but then reading signals has never been one of my strong points.

It was 1989/90 and the Lost Boys was still on the movie hot-list. I bought the soundtrack and copied those two tracks for her to take away when she went away on holiday to France with her family.

I came so close to telling her how I really felt about her several times- or at least asking her out on an official date... but never went through with it.

I live with that regret to this day. And every time I hear either of those tunes it takes me right back there.


She moved away with her family and I'm led to understand that she later married my namesake!... A spooky slap in the face for me every time I think about it.


Regret is a terrible thing to live with.

If only people weren't so damn protective of their feelings... the world would be a much bett..... ok, you get the picture.


Length, circumference...? It's not the size of the nail, it's the hammer that drives it in!
(IcePimp, Thu 24 Mar 2005, 14:55, Reply)