Strange things were most certainly afoot. From within the dungareed ranks of Dexys came the rallying cry – Too-ra-loo-rye-ay – drifting on the wind out from bedroom windows up and down Britain (see CP73 for our full feature), while on the other side of Planet Earth Duran Duran stalked Sri Lankan jungles like some strange pre-internet Tinder, donning designer silk suits to sail us away on dreams of birds of paradise and superyachts.