Listen to the ground. There is movement all around. There is something going down. That sweet

city woman, she moved through the light, controlling my mind and my soul. The first time, it didn't hurt.

It was like pressure, like someone pressing on your arm.

And then he hit me again.

And I think that's where he hit me in the face

and broke my jaw in three places and I passed out.

But that's what I remember most, him lifting the club and bringing it down on me.

And I can feel it.

On the waves of the air there is dancing out there.

It's something we can't share, we can't steal it.

There is no known aircraft in the air this evening.

He appears to be flying over me. He's playing some sort of game with me.

Night fever. Night fever. We know how to do it.

Give me that night fever. Night fever. We know how to show it. He was seen. Thin eyes, sharp nose, cold eyes the monster had been seen.

Jane, Daniel, Mark and Ruth.

Give me that night fever.

The year was 1978.

The Bee Gees were killing it at the top of the charts and wearing gold lammy outfits with their hairy chests on show.

The world's population was four and a half billion.

Bjorn Borg and Martina Navratilova were the biggest tennis players in the world.

Everyone still thought John Travolta was straight, although with those hips. I don't know how anyone believed that.

Two men called Ben and Jerry opened their first ice cream parlour.

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