The Problem with Nostalgia

The theme for the last few weeks has been somewhat a re-visiting of the past. Much to Boy's horror, I've been jiggling around to my favourite disco hits of the 70s. According to my iTunes doohicky, I've listened to Amii Stewart's Knock on Wood, 69 times in the last 2 weeks since I downloaded it. My Facebook friends when they found out what I was discoing too sent me loads of good songs to add to my playlist. Good times.

And then Cyberpete reminded me of one of my favourite tracks of my teenage years, by Laura Brannigan: Self Control. So I've been listening to that loads too. I then looked up some other favourites of mine. Including one of George Michael's early solo singles: Careless Whisper. At the time, I thought it was so dreamy. I'd fall asleep to it playing on my walkman. My 14 year old self, would read Mills and Boon and dream of the Prince Charming coming to rescue me.



The 41 year old woman has different ideas. I've deleted it off my playlist. It makes me grind my teeth. I do read the occasional romance, but the Princess is too busy kicking arse to sit down to wait to be rescued. I fall asleep listening to Richard Bandler telling me I'm awesome (and to give him more money). The video doesn't help, even with the Princess Diana lookalike, not far from the truth it seems.

It's an "I got caught doin' wrong" song. Whinging bastard cheated on his girl (he was 'straight' then') and friends of the cheatee clued her in and now he's singing the blues...or the new romantics. Eejit. He deserves everything coming to him and now I have no sympathy for him. Slightly strange, cause I don't believe that infidelity is the worst thing that can happen within a marriage. It's the whinging and whinning. Man the fuck up George! And stick with the vamp. She looks like far more fun.