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This evening I have been mostly reliving the old tunes from a mispent youth.... Yeah. right! The only thing mispent about it was making the discovery that I hated college, only after I had already wasted 2 years of my life there.
1992 - the year I met my husband...The year I walked around wishing I looked like Siobhan Fahey, rather than the pale , mousey drongo I sadly was...Until I met my husband that is. The year of absolutely no Duran Duran product, unless of course you were a petrol head and witnessed Simon Le Bon's second (albeit shortlived) career as a Motorcycle racer... He did OK , contrary to public belief... As always, he never makes the headlines unless he screws up... And boy, when he screws up, he does it royally...Ahem!
Jeez. Was that all really 12 years ago? Why is it that I can still recall pretty much everything from this year, when the year previous is a complete haze?
Alright, so a love-at-first-sight encounter with a man who ends up being your husband IS a pretty lifechanging event.... But why do I still get chills from the music? Why does it get to me that much? It could be because, for the first time ever, I had the independance to actually go out and be a consumer - that year, I was able to pick and choose what I listened to, broaden those musical horizons, for the first time in my life.... Before that , it had been chance encounters with the radio or the tv that had turned me onto something new, or , in the case of Duran Duran, a meeting with fate, who shall hence forth be known as Julie Bailey, who turned me on to the finer aspects of one blue eyed singer...But that's another year...Blimey, that's even another decade!
Where was I going with this? ... Nope... train of thought has departed for the next station I fear (Happens to me more often than I care to admit)
If I ever catch up with it, I'll come back to this...or not ;-p
This evening I have been mostly reliving the old tunes from a mispent youth.... Yeah. right! The only thing mispent about it was making the discovery that I hated college, only after I had already wasted 2 years of my life there.
1992 - the year I met my husband...The year I walked around wishing I looked like Siobhan Fahey, rather than the pale , mousey drongo I sadly was...Until I met my husband that is. The year of absolutely no Duran Duran product, unless of course you were a petrol head and witnessed Simon Le Bon's second (albeit shortlived) career as a Motorcycle racer... He did OK , contrary to public belief... As always, he never makes the headlines unless he screws up... And boy, when he screws up, he does it royally...Ahem!
Jeez. Was that all really 12 years ago? Why is it that I can still recall pretty much everything from this year, when the year previous is a complete haze?
Alright, so a love-at-first-sight encounter with a man who ends up being your husband IS a pretty lifechanging event.... But why do I still get chills from the music? Why does it get to me that much? It could be because, for the first time ever, I had the independance to actually go out and be a consumer - that year, I was able to pick and choose what I listened to, broaden those musical horizons, for the first time in my life.... Before that , it had been chance encounters with the radio or the tv that had turned me onto something new, or , in the case of Duran Duran, a meeting with fate, who shall hence forth be known as Julie Bailey, who turned me on to the finer aspects of one blue eyed singer...But that's another year...Blimey, that's even another decade!
Where was I going with this? ... Nope... train of thought has departed for the next station I fear (Happens to me more often than I care to admit)
If I ever catch up with it, I'll come back to this...or not ;-p