It was November 1980. A Sunday evening. I was listening to the Top 30 on Radio 1, waiting to hear who was "top of the pops". I heard a commotion from the laundry room. Reluctantly, I got up to investigate.
When I went in to the laundry room, what did I see but a box of detergent, flying around the ceiling. And clinging desperately to the box was none other than Debbie Harry. The box zipped from side to side, as if trying to shake off Ms. Harry. She stared down at me and said...
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...Debbie looked down at me and said, "The Tide is high but I'm holding on." She added for good measure, "I'm going to be your #1."
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