Good morning Cantina. I'm now on leave for a week, but will be busy. This time of year is always a busy reviewing time for me, what with Australia Day on Thursday. I will try to get some fiction-writing done. I have just over a month to get my Sisyphus done - have the idea but haven'ts tarted actually writing it. I suspect it won't be a hugely long story. My Sisyphuses have got shorter year on year - last year's was 3800 words.
Having a coffee and listening to things on Youtube before getting up. Currently it's Peter Sarstedt's "Where Do You Go to My Lovely" which I am NOT old enough to remember first time round, though I was around in 1969. Playing it as he passed away recently. It's the full version with an extra verse that was edited out of the single for being a little risqué - "your body is firm and inviting".
Now it's MC5's "Kick Out the Jams" with undeleted Oedipal nouns.
We had a "getting old" conversation at work yesterday. Someone mentioned the celebrities who lived locally (given that Status Quo's Rick Parfitt's funeral has just taken place in the nearby town of Woking). One of them was Luke Goss, of Bros - a boyband who were pretty big in the late 80s/early 90s. I wasn't in their target audience's age range then and I'm certainly not now. But someone who is now the age that most of Bros's fans were then wouldn't have been born at the time...
The big boyband in my time was the Bay City Rollers.
I've had vegemite. It tastes rather like a saltier Marmite. And I'm one of those strange people who likes Marmite.
Are you a middle or younger child? I ask as I'm a year and a half older than you (will be 53 in October) but your parents are older than mine. Mine were born in 1933 (Dad) and 1942 (Mum), but I'm an oldest child, of two. I do feel I'm fortunate that I do still have both my parents who are both in good shape as I have friends around my age who have lost one or both of theirs. A work colleague who is three months older than mine is about to lose her mother, sad to say.
Having a coffee and listening to things on Youtube before getting up. Currently it's Peter Sarstedt's "Where Do You Go to My Lovely" which I am NOT old enough to remember first time round, though I was around in 1969. Playing it as he passed away recently. It's the full version with an extra verse that was edited out of the single for being a little risqué - "your body is firm and inviting".
Now it's MC5's "Kick Out the Jams" with undeleted Oedipal nouns.
The thing which most shocked me was how when I was eighteen, other eighteen year olds looked like adults. When I was twenty two, I saw some students wandering round the college and wondered why they were having tours for children at this time of the year... turns out they were first years. Recently went back to visit that college and we talked our way into the MCR (grad student bar) where we all used to hang out... and they all looked about eighteen to me. So obviously people are gradually getting younger as time passes. They still mixed a mean Long Island Iced Tea, though.
We had a "getting old" conversation at work yesterday. Someone mentioned the celebrities who lived locally (given that Status Quo's Rick Parfitt's funeral has just taken place in the nearby town of Woking). One of them was Luke Goss, of Bros - a boyband who were pretty big in the late 80s/early 90s. I wasn't in their target audience's age range then and I'm certainly not now. But someone who is now the age that most of Bros's fans were then wouldn't have been born at the time...
The big boyband in my time was the Bay City Rollers.
Nothing except Vegemite. That stuff's just scary.
I've had vegemite. It tastes rather like a saltier Marmite. And I'm one of those strange people who likes Marmite.
Now you made me nostalgic for my own dad. He told us of his mama feeding any train-riding homeless who knocked on her kitchen door during the Depression (he was born in 1922).
BTW: Mom was born in 1935, so she was old, too. And, when they married, Dad was a 41-year-old bachelor, and Mom was a 28-year-old widow. Sounds a bit creepy on the age gap thing, huh? But they were deliriously happy together for thirty years, so....
Are you a middle or younger child? I ask as I'm a year and a half older than you (will be 53 in October) but your parents are older than mine. Mine were born in 1933 (Dad) and 1942 (Mum), but I'm an oldest child, of two. I do feel I'm fortunate that I do still have both my parents who are both in good shape as I have friends around my age who have lost one or both of theirs. A work colleague who is three months older than mine is about to lose her mother, sad to say.