Nostalgia sells. We buy it everywhere. The stories we read. The films we watch. The politicians we choose. We hate change. The more we seem to face, the tighter we grab the comfort blanket of our imagined past. It was ever thus. The mid 1980’s were a bleak time in Ireland. Unemployment and emigration crippled the south, while the north remained mired in medieval bloodletting. But there were also the stirrings of a brighter future. Live from the impossibly cool Times Square at the heart of the luscious Big Apple, every Sunday afternoon beamed the joyous hope of Music Television…

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