And hey, what about the music and fashion from those decades! The rara skirt for instance...sadly I hadn't the figure to carry it off but luckily I had the innocence to wear one anyway. Platform shoes, flared trousers, puffed shoulders...Oh, how I could go on. In fact, I will....hair crimpers!! I must have spent hours in front of the mirror only to create a hair style that resembled a nasty incident with a high voltage iron up my arse! Oh yes, they were the days.
But the music lives on...and on...
I joined my girly friends the other night to see an ABBA tribute band. What a night. Everyone became united to the cause. To enjoy every single minute. Hands swaying, voices singing (some far better than others) and for most of the time we were standing and bopping on the spot to well known songs. For a moment, all was good in the world. And that my dear friends is the power of music. Forget prozac, Find the best album you ever bought and play it loud., dance your heart out and sing freely. I think music has such magical powers and it's always there when you need it.
Of course, with the 50's comes along the menopause and I am finding that it brings along a whole load of strange behaviour. For instance, my friend can no longer speak properly. She is finding that words that have p's and b's in have sometimes become impossible to pronounce. She ends up talking `alien talk', although had I consumed enough gin that night I'm confident I would have understood every work she said. Another friend finds it hard to find the right word to describe something...and furthermore, when she has found a word, which she thinks is correct, is totally oblivious that it is the wrong one! The conversation went like this..."I popped into church today, just to say a quick prayer" "Oh, I didn't know you were a fallopian?" she replied "I don't think you mean that" I said "Do you mean a theologian?" She laughs and said "Oh yes" "Well no, I'm not either of them" I replied.
But I did pop into the church...but that's for another blog