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In the last few weeks my husband and I have spent a lot of time reminiscing about the Eighties. There seems to be so many tv shows about the era lately, and Lloyd created a CD for me of all my old favourites. We even played 'name that tune' and shockingly I can almost get every song correct just by listening to the first thwo or three seconds of the intro!
Every song seems to mean something different to me. Some of them I don't even enjoy but if they remind me of a special time in my life then I included them. Careless Whisper was played at my friends funeral and will always be a special song to me. Ninetynine red balloons reminds me of playing in my best friends bedroom - putting make-up on and doing our hair. 'Come on Eileen' will forever remind me of Friday nights at the Youth Club in the village hall - I even won a dancing competition to that song - too funny considering I have two left feet ;)
There are songs that remind me of holidays, of school discos, of special friends. Ones that remind me of boys I adored and first boyfriends. First jobs and summer days spent in the garden reading 'Sweet Dreams' teen romances!
The hair was frightful in the eighties, and the clothes not much better - white t-shirts with 'Relax' emblazoned on the front, dayglo pink or green socks, legwarmers 'Fame' style! Ra-ra skirts and puffball skirts, and my hair crimped until it resembled thatch on a Dorset cottage roof!
I know my Mum was always pleased she grew up in the 50's and 60's and declares that these were the best decades for music but I am quick to disagree - I will always be glad I was a teenager in the 80's.
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