Nostalgia

I feel sorry for kids these days who won’t experience proper cartoons with decent animation like ‘Thundercats’, ‘Dungeons and Dragons’ and ‘Dangermouse’; ‘Bagpuss’ deserves its own special mention (‘We will fix it, we will fix it’).

I miss the long hot summers (we did used to have them), playing on my bike that my Grandad customised by attaching a metal bread bin the back and painting the same bright red as the rest of it.  I had hours of fun riding around with my cat, Suzy, in the back of that (admittedly, it probably wasn’t that much fun for Suzy).

I yearn for the time when I could get a spiral perm that would last for two years and take hardly any styling (bit of mousse, blast with a diffuser and job’s a good ‘un) and drinking ‘Blastaways’, a special and lethal cocktail of ‘Castaway’ and ‘Diamond White’ in pint glasses (classy) or Malibu and Coke if we were feeling flush.

I remember being able to go down town on a Sunday night (THE night to go out) and only spend a fiver on drinks, cheesy wedges (not a euphemism for anything dodgy, just a tasty carbohydrate and protein laden snack) and still have enough for a taxi home.

We had Wham, ’nuff said.

But we had shellsuits and dungarees, so the less said about those the better.  We also wore HUGE hoop earrings – what was I thinking?  Oh wait, I still wear those now…