Have just watched a documentary about the rise and fall of Smash Hits – the pop magazine to end all pop magazines – which closed last month.
Haven’t looked at it in years of course, but read it religiously in ahem, the early 80s – when Neil Tennant was a journalist and not a Pet Shop Boy – when it was witty, irreverent, glamorous, trashy and exciting.
The programme was like an anthem for my lost youth and now I’m feeling sad, nostalgic, overweight and old. RIP.
Ah yes, Smash Hits in the 80’s, lolling around on my friends futon (we were amazed by it) reading about music and feeling so much more adult than we actually were.
That was the fab thing about Smash Hits – it talked to you as if you were a grown-up (albeit one with a very juvenile sense of humour). Oh, I feel sad again.