Still Not Enough Rice Pudding

Well hello LJ — I want to thank you, and the many, many Russians who still use you, for being here when my memory failed me. 

It is 1 week since my dad died. Over on Facebook, a lot of people were sharing a meme about the gigs they have been to, possibly prompted by the fact we all miss them in these plague times. I have a very persistent musical memory about my dad accompanying me to my first ever gig, when I was 14. It was Marillion, and my dad wore a yellow Pringle jumper (I was wearing Concord Market's finest  — a white and navy striped sweater, a blue denim skirt, and enormous hair. We used to have lean times, interspersed with not so lean times and 1987 was a pretty good year in many ways for my family. Nonetheless I was getting rather grown up and my non-uniform outfits were few, so photos exist of me wearing this combo at various stages of hair enormousness).