What are you doing this evening?
Oh, Dearest WP, if only you had asked me this question many many moons ago. Sigh!
Late afternoons spent ‘ getting ready’. The music plays, the clothes sometimes agonised over and the sitting at the dressing table make-up paraphernalia all laid out.
Downstairs for dinner with the family and then ‘excused’ from the table and participating in the washing up, and it would be ‘ off into the night closing the door behind me’. Those words were written by Caitlin Moran, in a novel or article, I can’t remember which, but they resonated. I could feel, hear, and see those nights with such clarity, ‘ off into the night’, cosy in my afghan coat.
Birmingham city night life was so vibrant then. Pubs and clubs spilling out onto the street. The whiff of patchouli or weed. Bands aplenty to see in multiple venues. Sometimes, a short queue here and there… The chatter, laughter, exuberance.
IN THE BOOMER PIGEON HOLE? 
oh yes!
But would we be writing a blog if we were going to the nightclubs and bars perhaps. Dark and dinghy. Slate slab floors awash with beer, and other liquids! Men with hairy chests, tight flares and medallions. Long wavy hair, and moustaches to be proud of!
I do wonder…
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😂 Not all were dark and dingy ..and as for tight flares and medallions?…..Not in our world, no!
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The men you describe sound like porn stars…Hilarious! You imagination is having a field day xxxx
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Back in the day, Joey 🧡
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Afghans, Patchouli and bands – all bring back such happy memories of my student life, mainly socialising in the student union bar and at discos 😂
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Happy * daze* 😂
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