Mr Fink and I have been having Glastonbury in our front room, air bed on the floor and as much cold cider as you can shake a stick at, TV sound loud and proud through the super duper stereo and plenty of good music to choose from.
The Specials, Franz Ferdinand, Pendulum, Madness, Paulo Nutini, Lady Ga Ga, The Noisettes, Jamie T and Tom Jones (The REAL King of Pop). Sadly no Nick Cave (Mr Fink and Little fink think he is great - bit morbid for me) and we purposely missed The Boss and The Quo.
Watching Madness and The Specials brought back a host of memories from the early eighties. I remember playing a version of rugby at break time which involved a pair of balled up gloves and a massive 'bundle' with boys and girls trying to retrieve the 'ball' and get it to their end.
I remember my friend asking me, "Who's your favourite gangster?" and me innocently (I had not heard the record) saying, "Al Capone."
I remember the same friend writing on her bedroom walls with black marker, one day I went to call for her, she was due back any time so her mum let me into her room and I had a field day writing teenage angst all over the place - very cool.
I remember once having a couple of mouthfuls of cider then pretending to be drunk? (heaven knows why?)
I remember Wattoo Wattoo a crazy Belgian cartoon involving a black and white bird and another one called Baron Munchausen who was a head on feet - I never really 'got' that one?
I remember buying a wooden spoon and my friend and I giving it back and forth for Christmas for years. I remember us buying babies dummies and walking down the street sucking them. Buying cherries and sucking them till the stones where clean. Lentil fights in Geography lesson. I remember the Porky's films, Discos 'up the Civic' and rollerskating. I remember my friend and I inventing an imaginary friend Abercrombie. I remember games of Monopoly with Ched in the Summer holidays that went on for weeks (we took out all the bad cards!). I remember late Summer evenings in the park, sitting on the swings enjoying each others company. I remember everyone wearing donkey jackets from Top Shop, mine came from the building site my dad worked on and I got the 'Laings' logo off it with nail varnish remover. I remember my jeans being to wide and 'dingy' so I used the treadle sewing machine to take them in so far that I had to lie down and put them on inside out - ankle first and peel them onto my legs. Wonderful days. Lots of smiles.
