An appreciation post for an under-appreciated band🥰

Squeeze, Argybargy advert (1980) x

“‘Little metal hands?’” “S’what I said. Little metal hands.” “Stop calling them that. They’re forks.” “Nah. Lil metal hands. S’what they are.” “No. They’re forks.” “Why’s it matter what I call ‘em? I only use ‘em when I’m around ya, anyway. I just use my hands when I’m by myself.” “That’s disgusting. Use your silverware like I taught you.” “Why? ‘F I use my hands, I ain’t have to wash any dishes.” “Horrible. Your hands must be filthy…” “Ya ain’t never complained about that b’fore. Hasn’t stopped ya from--” “Shush, or I’m going to strangle you with my little metal hand.” “S’that a threat or a promise?” “Both.” “I’ll hold ya to it, Princess.” @its-the-val-pal​

Glenn and company, 2018. Fast forwarding to now: I was meant to be seeing Squeeze and Hall and Oates this month. Alas, that was a plan made back in the Before Times. The dates have at last been rescheduled though, and now my show will be on my birthday next year. (!!!) That feels as good an omen as anything for all the big things I have coming in the near future. AND I will cede that it is a good enough reason for me to break my usual rule of avoiding other people on my birthday. 🎉

Squeeze Sunday. 🎶

Squeeze - Vicky Verky (1980)

There was time to pass but not to spend