I was talking to Sharleen Spiteri, lead singer of Texas, the other day. We were both on a radio show. She was on to talk about her life in the music business; I was on to talk about hating picnics.
The first time I clapped eyes on her, I was in my early 20s, stuck at home with a broken leg. A mate of mine was working in HMV in Birmingham and got me a compilation tape of music videos they had been showing in the shop. Everyday Now by Texas was on there. In the three decades that have passed, Spiteri seems to have changed hardly at all.