This song is my husband’s party trick. I’m being serious. He knows every single word, and can recognise it from the first split second of the track starting. I don’t really know why that is, aside from having heard a lot of Billy Joel at some point in his life, but it is a factContinue reading “We didn’t start the fire”
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Everybody (Backstreet’s Back)
There are a number of songs that conjure incredibly strong memories of particular people, routines and instances from my student days when I was part of the university’s ballroom and latin dancing society. As a society, we started staging showcases as a form of fundraising, or so we told ourselves – in truth, they usuallyContinue reading “Everybody (Backstreet’s Back)”
Another Love
This evening, I’m writing between cooking. I’ve got comforting but possibly too warming mac and cheese in the oven, at Alex’s special request. It’s great when favourites are also that easy. He’s great on that count – would be perfectly happy to eat one of three or four favourites over and over, punctuated by theContinue reading “Another Love”
Don’t cry for me
I used to drive an old, beaten up Opel Corsa Light. We called her Daisy, and she lived a good little life, being my around-town run-about. She would have coped with long distance, had we asked, but Alex’s car was always going to be more comfortable for that. Daisy had no power steering, the radioContinue reading “Don’t cry for me”
Wanted, Dead or Alive
When I was 21, Alex and I went to the Bon Jovi concert that happened in the Cape Town stadium. I had prepared for it for the month before we went by spending every library study session with Bon Jovi blaring or crooning in my headphones. I can see myself, sitting along the long benchContinue reading “Wanted, Dead or Alive”
Mrs Robinson
Simon and Garfunkel reminds me a lot of when I was about sixteen, and basking in music that my parents loved when they were teens and students, but that my friends and I really thought we had discovered entirely on our own. It’s odd how teenagers really think that they are the first to discoverContinue reading “Mrs Robinson”
Livin’ la vida loca
My livin’ la vida loca over the past few months has definitely taken a different turn to the way I thought it would. So today I’m doing another imagination blog, about the holiday I can’t wait to go on in Spain when we are able to go there safely. So, deeply coloured by the memoryContinue reading “Livin’ la vida loca”
Everyday Adventures 