I wonder if all the hooligans who flung toilet rolls at football matches now think :-
“ If only”
I wish I had all those jelly babies I threw about at the Beatles!
That is a lie ,( another one) I was a respectable married woman with two little boys when the Beatles took the world by storm.
Talking about the wartime spirit ,it went on for some time after too.
I can see it now ,our back kitchen at Mum and Dad’s.
The big black range ,the steel burnished ,a small fire in the grate.
A big table ,scrubbed white but covered with a chenille cloth and a white one for mealtimes.
The brass taps also polished and the floors scrubbed and a little white border all round the edges done with step stone.
The pegged rug in front of the fire ,remembering when that red square was my best coat etc, those rugs were almost like family history records.
Listening to ITMA and Wilfred Pickles ,Violet Carson on the piano.
“ Give ‘im the money Barney”.
Are you still with me - if you ever were !
We were easily amused , life was pretty simple ,fuss was not really a part of it so when something big came along like a world war we coped .
Melodrama plays an unnaturally large part of everyday life nowadays,the overuse of words like “ devastated” means that eventually they mean nothing.
Rant over, has anyone actually eaten Guinness and Oyster soup..?
If so, when where and more to the point why?
How long did it take you to recover?
What music will there be at this party?
Do we bring something? Blue Bayou is nice ,depends on the mood.
Cheerio folks , off to polish the dustbin.
Victoria.