I was sat chuckling earlier…
Following on from a conversation I had on instagram this morning it got me thinking about life during the 80’s and the 90’s .
In 1990 I was a naive, slightly gobby but harmless 20 years old.
A life before mobile phones.
A life before social media really took off…
I thought I’d share some of my memories from that period with you.
Last week my friend Sue and I went bonkers at Mecca bingo in Sheffield City Centre. Yep you heard correctly … Bonkers Bingo it’s a ‘thing’ apparently !
We had been forewarned that although it was Bingo … it would be Bingo with a difference. There would be swearing, dancing, singing, things may get a little raucous with twerking and lap dancing. We might get balls thrown at our heads.
Ohhhhh Kay …
I’m that girl who panics and dreads things like this but is usually the one found dancing along on her chair, loving it. The only exception tonight was that I wouldn’t be drinking as I was the designated driver! I really think that on nights like this it’s a good idea to be fuelled by lots of alcohol.
I advised Sue that if I won she would have to go up and get my prize while I actively encouraged her to go and get some Dutch courage in the form of another vodka and tonic !
It’s been a year of firsts.
Next Sunday it’s another.
It’s Mother’s Day , the first one without my beloved mum. I’m dreading it. I’ll be Mum-less on Mother’s Day. I don’t think I’ll ever fully get my head around the fact that she’s no longer here. It feels most days like I am living somebody else’s life …
If Instagram and all it’s silly ‘why’s and where for’s‘ aren’t your bag then neither is this post … if I were you I would go and do something more worth your while . Bake a cake maybe.
However if it is … please read on, the cake can wait!
Sometimes I stumble upon and read something … and although I’m sure the person in question didn’t mean to intentionally wind anybody up.
They did.
I feel like I’ve not really spoken to you much recently [ missed me?] but I’m back today to rectify that with a lovely little theatre review.
Don’t get excited folks , well DO actually because what I’m reviewing is fabulous.
I mean I’m no ‘fancy talking’ theatre reviewer. I’m just your average ‘Joe Soap’ who happens to love the theatre. I suppose we ultimately do the same thing … I’m just less ‘lovey darling’ and more Pulps Common People. This is one of the main reasons why I LOVE the theatre ; it appeals to all. There’s no snobbery. It’s pure escapism.
Last night the lovely Ellie invited myself and my plus one, Jo, to a bloggers event she was hosting . It’s the first one The Crucible have put on and Ellie did them proud.
If your not familiar with Sheffield let me enlighten you.
My name should be Dolly … ‘Dolly Daydreamer’ ; because that’s what I spend an awful lot of my time doing.
Day dreaming.
Why be in the real world when the one going off in your head is so much more exciting?
At 47 I still find I immerse myself in American teen dramas. You know the type ‘Pretty Little Liars’ , ‘Riverdale’ … Perfect girls with perfect wardrobes, hair that falls perfectly into place. They date the hottest guys and are perfect grade A students.
That’s a whole lot of fecking perfect isn’t it!?
I’m not sure about you but my reality throughout high-school went more along these lines – uncontrollable perm , ‘individual’ wardrobe . Referred to as ‘goofy’ or ‘lanky bird’ more often than my actual name. Socially arkward. I blushed like a beetroot at everything and nothing.
I didn’t date the hot guys … I didn’t date any-chuffing- one!
So I like to venture elsewhere. I figure it’s just nice to escape every now and again . Even if its into my own imagination. Its free and you can do it anywhere …[ I find trains good ] which randomly got me thinking about bucket lists. [like you do … are you even still with me?]
The official meaning of which goes …
‘a number of experiences or achievements that a person hopes to have or accomplish during their lifetime.’
I suppose these are a list of dreams; but potentially attainable ones [ish]
So here’s my list … in no particular order and just like me its very random.
Today I thought I’d talk about one of my greatest loves…
No not cake … though that’s right up there
Music
[This was first posted in January last year, I’ve tweaked it slightly and pressed republish. Some posts deserve a second airing.]
To coin a phrase music … was my first love and it will [no doubt] be my last. I don’t care what you say music can evoke special memories, resort you to tears, make you smile or send you into a spontaneous dance.
Hey … some of us even sit and record ourselves singing in the car over on instagram stories!!
Music can make or break a ‘moment’ in a film , or come to think of it real life.
Take for example Psycho and the famous shower scene … it wouldn’t be quite the same with the ‘shoop shoop’ song playing along cheerily in the background now would it?
The Mr and I both share a love of music and we were talking earlier about the songs we would play for a certain situation i.e your happy , or your sad song. I’ve already mentioned the songs that make up the soundtrack of my life over on Meet Tracey & Liz [go have a read afterwards]
This was just a bit of fun with the Mr firing questions at me and these were the first responses I flung back.
I thought I’d share them with you… [as I’m typing no doubt more songs will keep popping into my head – so many songs, so many memories !] Continue reading
“Sometimes there is sadness in our journey, but there is also beauty. We must keep putting one foot in front of the other even when we hurt for we will never know what is waiting for us around the corner ” Brigitte Nicole
The approaching New Year has a way of making us all feel a little reflective doesn’t it?
Sad, happy , excited , full of hope, anticipation of better times … that somehow the dawning of a new year , a new day will make everything a-little better?
It’s a chance to wipe the slate clean and start again. I for one can’t wait to see the back of 2017, but in reality it is just another day – its our mindset that tells us otherwise and I suppose that’s not a bad thing. Continue reading
