October 20, 1992

It was Tuesday afternoon. I left school, Cilla left work, we grabbed her motorbike and flew to Lisbon. The day had finally arrived. The hours before were spent on the phone, calling to record stores in downton Lisbon, to know which would get it first. One of them was in Av. de Roma. The moment was solemn.

Got home, put the CD on, pressed Play. And I was speechless. It all sounded like Future. Vanguard. Cutting-edge. Never have I heard such a thing.

Even Dad loved it - I remember him playing Fever and raising the volume up, the house being invaded by that impressive sound.

Eighteen years later, Erotica remains my favourite album of all times.