The 80's can haunt you in some very strange ways....

I saw an interview recently with Simon Le Bon talking about Duran Duran's upcoming tour of Oz in March. It must be a tough gig for singers like Simon, always being reminded of their past when asked to perform their old hits (which invariably happens with each performance) - instantly they are transported back to 1981 and in his case 'Planet Earth'.

For those of you who were with me back then (or those who remember) most of us have successfully put the 80's to bed, unless of course a 20 something you know thinks that an 80's party is a great idea and you get asked along purely for the entertainment value and your 'first hand' knowledge.

But the world works in mysterious ways. A little while back we were asked to take on some Damara sheep again. We were quite hesitant at first, knowing full well of the trauma we experienced previously with poor Danny and the Damara Girls meeting an early demise. But these sheep were in dire need of a feed and having ample grass to eat we felt compelled to have another go.

So far so good. In fact, one of the ewes recently had a lamb and he's turned out such a fine specimen he will be our other stud ram to increase our numbers. His name is Freddie.

Freddie you ask? Strange name for a lamb - well that is until you know his father is called Elton, his mother is called Bonnie and his auntie is called Madonna. Who were we to buck with tradition?

And before you ask, no, we didn't start this 80's journey, they were already named when we bought them. But in some strange way, this new found expression of the 80's is sort of comforting and we can't wait for the next lamb - will it be Sade, Cyndi, Rick or Prince? Surely, you say, it must be Kylie!

We'll keep you posted.......xx