Ah, thanks anyway. I'm sure it'll turn-up; I just thought someone here had posted it.
That blog was great though.
"Walking down the street we’d break into Angel’s “Today 4 U” rap (so ingrained was it that I can still do the whole thing) or wildly duet Roger and Mark’s “What You Own” or “Take Me Or Leave Me” at the top of our lungs in the living room. How our parents didn’t know immediately that there was something, um, “special” about their boys is beyond me."
That was basically high school for me. Except our parents thought we were a different kind of "special". One that involves happy pills and nifty white jackets.
Like a firework unexploded
Wanting life but never
knowing how