Where to start? The hair? The dramatic delivery? The sheer genius of it all? This is a magnificent song from our favourite Abba boys sung by back-combed, hair sprayed divas. Elaine's hair defies belief.
Needless to say I adore it. It's almost more than a power ballad but I am defining it as such. Whatever happened to Barbara Dickson? I loved her voice. Wasn't it good? Wasn't he fine? Isn't it madness he can't be mine!