In the Autumn of 1989, shortly before V's nieces introduced me to her, I was living in their house in Antigua. Over breakfast they liked to tune the FM dial to La Feminina and turn up the volume. Every half hour or so this particular track came round and the youngest of the sisters Wendy (then just 9) used to enjoy tormenting me with it, thrusting her index finger towards a point midway between my eyes with every plaintive tuuuuu belted out by Luis Miguel.
The director of this video had obviously fully assimilated the gay vibe from Top Gun.
You have to be glad that Luis heads straight for the barbers.
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