Lest I Forget

notes from a midlife muser - grabbing those thoughts before they turn to memory mush

April 02, 2006

coz I'm a dancin' fool .. oo oo, oo oolll ..

We were at Debbie_who_works_with_Anita's 40th tonight. It was in Huddersfield at the back of one of the pubs. One of the pubs reveals the fact that I don't know the name of any of the pubs in Huddersfield. This is because we have lived on the edge of this town for 17 years 8 miles out and 3 children in.. So it was never our hometown, never our destination town. We come in to town for shopping, sure - but never stay in it for a drink (certainly not till 2.00 like tonight.. oh shit will I be hung over tomorrow).
[edited next day : I was . very badly. all day]

Debbie had all her life songs on an ipod that stayed on shuffle all night. 40 years (ok, maybe 30 as she started tuning in to music at age 10 like most of us) of songs all mashed up.. Sigue Sigue Sputnik ran into Britney Spears's Poison. class. All the 40 something’s danced happily and I realised (in the middle of dancing like an idiot 3+ weeks after my tumour op) that they weren't at all self-conscious..
They were dancing pretty hard, dancing with the knowledge that life can be great but also shit and deals you bad blows randomly, information earned from the death of loved ones, the odd serious illness etc..

[hee hee.. just re-read this and written like a true celt.. can't have a great night out without getting all philosophical and maudlin on you.]

Final (drunken) thought (this whilst in the loo at the party venue)... was John-Boy of the Walton’s the original blogger..? In that he always articulated his take on the day at the end of each episode.. He summed up his response to family and events around him .. Hmm.. That was it.

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