CHEESE AND ONION SANDWICH
Well Iâm in the bed where I belong once more.
Back home in North London, listening again on Listen Again.
Doing what you do, listening to the show whilst working⊠JIMI HENDRIX, ALL ALONG THE WATCHTOWER, God we play some great music.
It was 26 years ago todayâŠ
⊠Mr J. Lennon was taken away from us and given the immortality of dying young. Weâll never know John Lennon the pensioner.
One day weâre all going to be pensioners. How weird is that ? But Iâve gotta tell you I so donât feel forty. I look forty, I know but I still feel like a kid. I feel like a kid that is, until Iâm with people that are younger than me. They seem to have perfected the art of making me feel ancient.
And what about the fact that one day and nobody tells you when this going to be⊠you go to dance and you suddenly canât anymore and then the more you try, the more stupid you feel. I used to be an ok kinda' dancer but now I just look stupid. And then - and THEN ! you find yourself dumbing down your own dance and this is the point where you begin to do the old persons dance.
I have a friend who used to be a really good dancer, I mean really really good. Now hereâs the thing, he hasnât dumbed his dance down. He dances exactly as he used to but he looks really stupid and I have to say a little bit creepy.
Be careful how you dance out there!
All Request Friday tonight and then home, proper home out to the sticks to sell some more Christmas trees tomorrow and again on Sunday.
Canât wait for that, canât wait for the show tonight, canât wait for my breakfast, just canât wait generally.
Gotta go, I have to see a man about a dog.
Please pick some mega tunes for tonightâs show I need you to. I have to play what you pick, you have the power, so choose wisely and make the U.K. rock.
x.
Comments
Morning all, and particularly to Christophe and the finest radio show team ever assembled!
Iâve been very quiet on the blog this week, schlogging away.
I woke up this morning when my alarm went off at ohmigod oâclock and instead of turning the radio on I just laid in bed for 5 minutes. Joy of joys the sound I could hear was not one of howling winds as it had been when I went to bed, but the mournful hooting of an owl in the copse of trees just down the hill. What a fabulous sound to wake up to, eventually I got up and went over to the window and looked out across a scene that appeared calm, I could see planes on final approach to Heathrow, the new Wembley arch still lit up, it really is an amazing sight (but you couldnât beat the old twin towers), in the distance I could see the post office tower, Tower 42 (the old Nat West tower, and in the very far distance the growing skyscape that is Canary Wharf and docklands. The smell of a very fresh new morning came through the sash window and the background tune of the owl still hooting, and funnily enough my thoughts turned to Chris and Winnie the Pooh. How soothing.
On the drive home last night, listening to the finest show on radio (pssst Chris thatâs yours!), I was absent-mindedly munching on a bag of revels, at one point I had 4 Orangey ones in a row, followed by four coffee and then four small geezers (Maltesers). This was scaring me so I picked up the bag and shook it to mix them up, I then got four toffee ones. So I stopped eating them, as I was frightened of finding a raisin that resembled Jesus.
Went for the office Christmas party yesterday, and had a fabulous time with my colleagues, three plus hours of laughter, good food and great company. Bring it on!!!
DD out
PS
Christmas Story for people having a bad day....
When four of Santa's elves got sick, the trainee elves did not produce toys as fast as the regular ones, and Santa began to feel the Pre-Christmas pressure.
Then Mrs Claus told Santa her Mother was coming to visit, which stressed Santa even more.
When he went to harness the reindeer, he found that three of them were about to give birth and two others had jumped the fence and were out, Heaven knows where.
Then when he began to load the sleigh, one of the floorboards cracked, the toy bag fell to the ground and all the toys were scattered.
So, frustrated, Santa went in the house for a cup of apple cider and a shot of rum. When he went to the cupboard, he discovered the elves had drank all the cider and hidden the liquor. In his frustration, he accidentally dropped the cider jug, and it broke into hundreds of little glass pieces all over the kitchen floor.
He went to get the broom and found the mice had eaten all the straw off the end of the broom. Just then the doorbell rang, and irritated Santa marched to the door,
yanked it open, and there stood a little angel with a great big Christmas tree.
The angel said very cheerfully, "Merry Christmas, Santa. Isn't this a lovely day? I have a beautiful tree for you. Where would you like me to stick it?"
And so began the tradition of the little angel on top of the Christmas tree.
A Christmas Poem
"Daddy", she said, her eyes full of tears,
"will you talk to me and quiet my fears?
Those bad boys at school are spreading a lie
'bout the impossibility of reindeer that fly.
There's no Santa Claus, they say with a grin
there's not one now and there never has been.
How can one man take all of those toys
to thousands of girls and boys?
But I told them Daddy, that they were not right,
that I would come home and find out tonight.
Mama said wait until you come home.
Please tell me now that I was not wrong."
Her Daddy looked at her questioning face
and puffed his pipe while his frantic mind raced.
He had put this off as long as he could,
he had to think fast and it better be good.
Whispering a prayer, he began with a smile,
"well climb on my lap, dear, let's talk awhile."
"Remember at church how we learned to pray,
asking God to take care of us each day?
And you know how we say grace before each meal?
To this same God whom we know to be real.
Though we never see Him, we know He is there
watching His children with such loving care."
"God started Christmas a long time ago
when He gave us His Son to love and to know.
A spirit of giving came with that birth,
and God's generosity filled the whole earth.
Man had to name this spirit of giving
just as he names all things that are living."
"The name Santa Claus came to someone's mind
probably the best name of any to find.
There is, you can see, and I think quite clear
Truly a Santa who visits each year.
A spirit like God, whom we never see,
he enters the hearts of your mother and me."
"Each year at Christmas for one special night
we become him and make everything right.
But the REAL spirit of Christmas is in you and in me
and I hope you are old enough now to see
that as we believe and continue to give,
our friend Santa Claus will continue to live."
I wish you all the Magic of Christmas thru the eyes of a child!
It is ten years since the proudest moment of my life. I experienced something that not many people will ever have done.
I introduced my father to his father.
In 1995 I spent some time abroad and wound up in NZ at the home of a childhood friend of my grandmotherâs. One night as we passed the wine box around the table, Jean asked me if I had ever been told about my grandfather. I could recollect a vague story, but no detail, so Jean promptly picked up phone, dialled my grandmotherâs number and said, ââIâve got your grandson here and he wants to know about Johnââ. Now I had a lovely childhood, but one thing my family werenât very good at was talking. We lived in ignorant bliss about who we were and where we came from, so I was knocked for six as the tale unfolded. The upshot was that my grandmother had a whirlwind romance with an American soldier who was eventually posted to, and killed in, Austria during the second world war. The result of the relationship was my father.
A few days later, I received a package in the post from England containing various letters and photographs including one of my grandfather in his uniform. It was like looking into a mirror.
Several months later, I was in the US and decided to borrow a car and drive from Houston to Atlanta, and try and find a bit more about my grandfather. Not really sure where to start, I picked up the phone book and call people with the same surname. As futile as this was, I struck gold and found a man whose hobby was genealogy.
And he had written books about the family.
He was intrigued by my story and insisted we met the next day. When I arrived he had already done some homework and located a possible relative. We jumped straight into the car and head north towards the Tennessee border. We were greeted by a lovely old couple and were treated to some real southern hospitality. I showed them the photograph and they both went white.
ââThat canât beââ, he said. ââThatâs John. He lives in the next house up the roadââ.
Many excited phone calls later, Johnâs eldest daughter arrived. I showed her the photograph and she promptly produced the same one. We both shed a tear.
Next came the fears of what this may do to the family. John was old, had been married for fifty years and had four children. Did they need this revelation at their time of life?
Marcia agreed to speak to the family and let me know the next move. Early the next morning she called and told me to come over right away. They all wanted to meet me.
John had come home from the war â he engineered the story of his death, knowing my grandmother was pregnant â and married his childhood sweetheart. He had told her about his child, but they had never told their children.
I stayed at the house for a few days. When I left, I promised to come back. With my father.
Back in England, I had no idea what my father or grandmother knew about any of this. Once again, the fears of what this news may do to our relationships surfaced. I plucked up the courage and told my father the story.He was clearly shocked. A few days later he called and we agreed to go. I booked the tickets straight away and the following March we left for Georgia.
We rolled up the long drive leading up to the house. As we parked we both took a moment to take stock of where we were and what we were about to do. I knocked on the door and Johnâs wife, Anne, answered. As she led us into the house John stood up and I mumbled the only words that I could think of,
ââDad, this is, John. Your Dadââ.
There are a thousand and one amazing details to this story. My fatherâs name is John. I tried on the US Army jacket from the photograph. One of the four children has refused to meet us to this day. Marcia came to our wedding a few years later. Perhaps I should try and write a book about it all.
Sorry about the long blog. Have a wonderful weekend.
Peace all.
Hi ya
I'm ashamed to say that I didn't get to hear half as much of the UK tour as I'd have liked due to work committments etc, but what I did hear sounded fab!
I know what you mean about the old persons dance and it scares the hell out of me. I used to be told I was a good dancer and now I just feel like a frump. You can hardly 'vogue' when you've gradually become a larda**e and even the 'time warp' leaves other people wondering if you're stuck in one! Ah, such is life. Think of the sage-dom that comes with the passing of years and take it easy.
You're right about the young people too. I've recently started working alongside a 17 year old and I can see her doing all the same things I did when I was her age - talking about getting engaged after about a week of knowing someone etc, etc. At least I don't have THAT to worry about anymore, having been with the same fella for 14 years.
Anyway Christophe, my lovely, I think you're a wonderful man and if I hadn't had mine for the said 14 years, I'd love to have had you (but then again, would you want a larda**e either!!!???) Take care and love to you and the team xxx
Good morning bloggers and schlogger,
Letâs see if I can get back to normal (what ever normal is!). I will try not to complain about the last couple of days as they have indeed been on the poor side :-(
What a great show last night. I especially enjoyed the mention of one of my favourite beersâŠsummer lightening from the Hopback brewery made me thirsty on a Thursday ;-)
Gaby and moose, thanks for your support :-)
Moose I see from your earlier report that you have had a concrete job offerâŠâŠ..well done you ;-) I also notice you comment on you boss getting wind of your intentions and you becoming flavour of the month. Well I have to say my resignation letter has sparked a similar response! The offer of more money, staff and a discussion that went along the lines of âtell me what you want, that will keep you hereâŠ..name you priceâ so talks are continuingâŠ.well it is Christmas :-)
Caroline #97 (7/12/6) Thanks for that hug it was just what I needed :-) x
Susan S, Thanks for the hug, new day and all that :-) x
Tracy-Ann, still thinking of you :-) xx
All requests FridayâŠ..I can hardly wait ;-)
Keith
X
P.S. No point pushing my luck and adding a joke as the BP do not have the same sense of humour (at all) as the rest of us :-( The BP Christmas party must be a real blast!
Hello (again)
I know what you mean about feeling younger, I'm pushing 30 but really wonder how the years have crept up on me so fast? I still love to kick the autumn leaves and similar to one of your listeners yesterday, I play hide and seek with my husband in the DIY superstore! What I really want for Christmas is good toys to play with, and I got a new bike for my birthday last year!
I find I am a good dancer after a certain number of drinks, in fact it's a measure we (my girlie friends and I) use to say how many we've had... Are you a good dancer yet? often being asked at various times during the evening. Once past the good dancer stage we see whether any of us have become good singers - something I don't think I've ever achieved! (nor am i ever likely too!)
I practice dancing (well moving to music in time) on my dance mat - a good work out and fun at the same time as helping you become more rythmically able!
Blog you later
:o) Jo
I know I won't be first to respond but here's hoping.
Chris and team - you've been absolutely superb this week and have made the drive home each night even more joyous than usual. Thank you.
I'm now 45 and definitely look it, but inside I still feel about 14 or 15. My mother is the same, and she says it's all about being young at heart. I say to her, when you grow up mum, I might consider it, but at 74 she shows no signs yet - thank goodness!!!
I was always crap at dancing but used to be able to do headstands and handstands but I can't do them any more! Maybe there's a fear as you get older that you might hurt yourself, or even break something, but I just can't summon up the courage to do them - sometimes I look at the back wall of the house and I think, ooh if only .....
I think you can tell if people are young at heart by the twinkle in their eyes - that to me is the giveaway.
Have a great weekend one and all and good luck selling the trees again Christoph - you truly are a good man.
Love to all
jillygoat xxxxxxxxxxx
I know what you mean about feeling younger Chris.
I'm 37 but in my head I'm still 18. Started getting to the point where I'm not sure who that greying/balding bloke in the mirror is who keeps looking at me.
Isn't the worst bit about moving into middle age, not that we've started dad dancing, but that the young ladies on the dancefloor don't even notice that we're dancing at all. (Although given your celeb status, I doubt you'd ever not get noticed.).
But it does lead onto an interesting point about us bloggers - how old are we? From reading the posts I get the feeling that we are all of a similar age group. How about a short poll today to work out an average - each person posting to end their comment with their age?
Ian 37
Wow what energy - thanks for that it was like a shot of caffine.
Sx
Chris
The weeks shows from around the Uk have been real good fun, sounds like you guys had as much fun making them as we did listning to them
That is all i wanted to say
Hello friends!!
I have not been able to comment all week as it has just been that kind of week! Fortunately, things are beginning to slow down in time for the weekend.
It is still very difficult for me to say the words, "I am 37 years old." when asked. I even have to stop sometimes and do the math just to be sure. I don't feel it and pardon me, but I don't look it. In fact when colleagues and acquaintances find out I have an almost 14 year old daughter, it shocks them...I can see them calculating in their heads how old they think I am and how old I must have been when I had her. I then feel compelled to tell them that I was a very respectable 23 years old and married, etc. All of that to say, I feel like I am in this strange dream where time is speeding on, but my person/my spirit is stuck at the same age. It won't be long when my own daughter will be "older" than me!
Re: dancing - I had a friend who was 6 foot 4 inches with an armspan just as long. When he would dance he would really get into it and pump his arms like he was going to try to lift off into flight. We called him the "Albatross" and when he took to the dancefloor you just knew to give him a wide berth or fear getting in the way of those arms!
We are rounding the bend towards Christmas!
Amanda
Hi Chris (and everyone)
I haven't been able to send any comments this week - I have been floored with a terrible cold and had to stay off work for two days. On the plus side, this meant that I heard Tuesday and Wednesday's shows in full! Wow. They were just fantastic - great, great fun and I felt I was there and part of everything. Ronan Keating was just wonderful but really everyone involved deserves praise. Well done - just fabulous.
You cannot imagine how I used to feel as a child when my dad would go out of the house and say "I'm away to see a man about a dog". I waited and waited for the dog to appear, but of course my dad had actually gone to the pub and there was never the slightest chance of him coming home with a dog!
John Lennon - I remember how utterly shocked I was on hearing the news. I was at the hairdressers, getting one of those really "big hair" perms and when when the news was read out on Radio 1, the entire salon just stopped. We were all so stunned and I was in shock for the entire day. Radio 1 played John Lennon's music all day (from what I remember) and all the DJ's were devastated. But, as you say Chris, we will never know him being old and he never had to dumb down his dance!
I think you're terrific. I love this blog. Thank you for letting us in on such a big part of your life. Enjoy your weekend, you must be shattered!
Love to all,
C xx
P.S. Sorry I missed birthdays, news of pregnancy and lots of love to Jo - wee Charley is at peace and that's all that matters. Tracey-Ann, thinking of you too.
Chris,
Glad it's not just me...not that I was ever a great dancer. But 40 seems to be the boundary for so many things, doesn't it? Maybe there are some upsides to going like Lennon did, just after you reach it but before everything starts falling apart. I am convinced that early death for artists ensures iconic status, before they get a chance to ruin it all with old age. Too many people end up embarrassing themselves later on and ruining the iconic status. Can't do that if you've popped your clogs...
All,
2 major reasons for celebration...
1. The blog is back in town! (Thin Lizzy, now there's a thought for the show tonight)
2. I have just done a word count on the book and it's exactly 60,000 words. Now my friend Wikipedia tells me that the definition of a novel is something longer than 60,000 words. So I have a novel on my hands...still unfinished but I feel justified calling it that now!
3. OK, Spanish inquisition and all that...the corporates are all gathering with offers and fighting each other. Hee hee!
What a way to finish the week...and all request Friday hasn't even started yet. Roll on 5 o'clock.
Moose
Look forward to hearing you tonight on the way home in the car, you make the traffic disappear -well sometimes. What a week - have sat in my car on the drive just listening to you and the team when arriving home then ran in and switched on the radio so as not to miss anything. Neighbours must think I am totally barmy. Sounds like you had a wonderful week - you certainly made me smile. What about the dancing - any chance of volunteering for next year's Children in Need - Strictly Come Dancing? - Have a good weekend.
Matt from Rudgwick,
You have to write the book Matt. I am sitting here stunned by the story. I am in awe of what you went through and it has all the elements of a great book. I'd buy it.
Go for it.
Moose
Matt - thats an incredible story.
One thing, forget about writing it up as a book, I'd get the film rights sorted out straight away.
My goodness, I'm blogging a bit today aren't I!
Friday yippee!!!!!
I know we're all getting older and I've seen the effects of this on some men and their dancing abilities, but I have to tell you my Dad (until his arthritis got the better of him) danced on air! He was a ballroom dance champion when he was youger and him & Mum used take me out dancing with them. Some of my happiest times were spent being whisked round a ballroom floor by my Dad. I was taught to dance in our old kitchen infront of the Rayburn coal fired cooker with the dog watching in a state of confusion. Ahhhh it really makes me happy when I think back to those memories.
Looking forward to All Request Friday and will try as usual to get through for a song....
Let's all have the best weekend, I'm going to try the potato, celariac and apple mash as recommended on here tonight.
Mange Tout
Luv
Lynda
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I haven't blogged for so long, I haven't had time.
I love positivity (does that word exist? oh well) and you and your teem oooze with positivity - I love you all. You all bring so much joy to so many people. This week for you guys sounds like it was fantastic - a real team bonding experience. But for us listeners a great pleasure to listen to - a real "feel good" listen.
Thank you - and happy christmas to every one.
I'm not going to ring and come on air, but I would love you to play "Dear Mr President" by Pink - dedicated to Tony Blair! Whilst we're all having fun - there are some who are not.
Dancing - your blog comments really made me laugh, I thought I was the only one in the whole world who thought like that. I hate dancing now - I feel so self conscious.
I'm going for it today!
Jo - lol at you playing hide & seek in the DIY store!!
'Im indoors is regularly embarrassed by my antics, the last one being in Tesco's quite recently. We had one of the small trollies (you know, the one used by infrequent, elderly and single shoppers). We had only just gone into the supermarket when I decided to trolley surf (something I have done many times in Asda) when, to my horror, the trolley gave way beneath me and I landed by the fresh fish counter with a wallop.
There was a yelp from me as I landed awkwardly and then an eerie silence, followed by two Tesco bods (spotty and no older than 16) who rushed over to see if I was OK. I shrugged them off and walked off huffily saying loudly "yup, the Asda trollies are definitely superior". 'Im indoors has never been back there since!!!!!
Ah well, my ASBO should run out in January so I could be on the loose again soon!!
jillygoat xx
Hey Christophe - You've matured. Aged and matured. Be proud of that.
pammie
Matt - Amazing! What a great story!
Ian G - 39
Moose - A Novelist!
Chrissie S - Welcome back
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Hello dear... I'm 61 & most of friends are at least 25 years younger... I don't know why it's just worked out that way... but it's cool & they really are mates... anyway I love dancing & stretching etc etc... so please play either Donny Hatherway... Al Green... Donna Summer... Teddy P.... just a good soul sound so I can potter around in the kitchen with a huge smile... I shall anyway but I just love the music... have a gorgeous week-end... stay cool.X.
Oh dear been caught by the BP, a first for me today.
Susan S - I think the icing on the cake would be the big L thing. Falling in love, strange I have a feeling Mr Right is on his way!!!!
Moose - keep a close eye on those crazy corporates and a closer one on the book, any chance it may be finished by the new year?
Out to a christmas party with a bunch of friends tonight, I volunteered to drive as one friend is leaving her 6 week old baby for the first time so I can whizz her home if she's needed. Am I getting broody doing this??
Hope my previous posts are not in too much bother with the BP!
Happy Friday Christophe and bloggers
Px
Ian G - Yes you are...but you're not the only one!
Keith - great stuff! Take them for every penny you can and then use it as a new base to negotiate with others from. (I dropped Corporate Y into conversation with Corporate X today...they want to move things along quickly! And I told Y yesterday about X. It's such a great game...am meeting the current boss on Monday...might have to drop X AND Y into the conversation. Makes me feel young again!)
Matt - IanG is probably right with the film rights thing...I am book obsessed at the moment (what...you hadn't noticed? Have been looking up self-publishing websites today and am considering the purchase of an ISBN.)
Moose
PS 39
Well, Chris, looks like you may have started an age competition on here now!
Some days I still feel 20 and others more like 90 - maybe it's to do with what's going on in your life at the time, too?
G 51
xx
Happy ARF, happy weekend, happy everything to all of us!
Like others on here I've not shared enough of the road trip as would have liked to, thanks to workload, and also ill at the same time, but what I've heard has been THE biz, extra fun, real live radio! Wow-eeeeee.
Agree about the dancing - I know I look v. silly. But love dancing in the kitchen with the family b'cos then it's just great to be silly, that's the main part of the enjoyment, allowing yourself to let go. (Dance like no-one's watching etc etc).
OK I'm well into middle-age but the blog, children (5 grown-up ones as well as tiddler grandchildren), the nutty dog, exercise, work challenges, the AGA, funky friends and loads else keep me zany I hope, and I look suitably unkempt (like a youngster!).
What lovely entries so far..You're a special bunch of buddies and all write with such colourful style. Dissing Dave's descriptions, Matt of R's amazing story....so it goes on.
Keith - hope things better for you next week + that you're offered a top deal at work. Hugs from me too ((( )))
Moose - congratulations on job offer, and word count! You're on a roll...
Tracey-Ann - hope things going OK, hope to see you on-line soon
Parker - looked a long poem but well worth reading, thank you.
Love and Christmas stars and magic
Jill xx
Matt
What a story!!!!! - that must have been an awesome time for you and your family. Definitely film to be made on this one!
I am 41 - but about 27 or 28 at heart. However when I turned 39, I absolutely could not wait to be 40 - counting the days from one birthday to the next. I made sure absolutely everyone knew that my next birthday was the big one.
I was 100% convinced that life was about to begin!!
During that year i got married to the best man in the world and changed my job to something I love doing. I genuinely think that because I expected something great I subconsciencely made sure it would happen.
I really do feel 'young at heart', love dancing and don't care what I look like, and sing badly and don't care about that either.
Happy weekend one and all
xxxxx
Hello all
My last post was blocked by the Blog Police. Why are they picking on some of us so much? Are we too entertaining in our own right? Do we tread over some threshold that triggers panic stations at Blog HQ? Are we being subconciously subversive?
If you want to know what triggered the censorship, visit my blog. You may be interested in what it was....
regards
J McC
Great story Matt (#3).
My grandmother who was married to her sisterâs husbands brother, remarried her husbandâs sisterâs husbandâs brother.
Iâm too frightened to understand what this all means!!!
See a man about a dog.............figure of speach or are you starting a vetenary practice ? (there's no stopping you). For me it normally means off down the pub (Mrs J thinks I see too many dogs)
I agree with Jill, dancing in the kitchen is the best. Atleast that way no-one can see what has, for me, fast become the mum dance. It would appear that childbirth renders you useless at recognising the beat and throwing some funky shapes.... or maybe that is the point, the youn'uns dont throw shapes anymore do they!!
Crikey i am so out of touch and not quite 30 yet!
My dad took up dancing on his 60th birthday and has gone from two left feet to a right old groover, out salsa and tango-ing atleast 5 nights a week. He is apparently a wanted man and keeps asking me to join him. I think that may just be a step too far for me....!
Thank lovely its friday. Ready for a nice weekend with him in doors, the man cub and a lovely piece of Lamb that i just got from the new farm shop down the road. I must have a nice red that will go with that.
Welcome home CLP and the team - welcome.
xx
most great older peeps have a very well-preserved 'child within'...like you do. I just looooooved the show when the mum got a bit over-excited ...wonderful stuff.
Feasgar mhath, Christoph!
Ahhh .... how wonderful to be back in your own bed, huh? And even better to be looking forward to a weekend in the sticks! Hope you get a good rest after all the shenanigans of the week! As you hinted ..... we're none of us getting any younger!
When you and I are pensioners, Chris, we will sing, and dance, and laugh, and rock, and we won't care if we look daft! I think it's the youngsters of today who look daft! 'The purpose of life is to fight maturity.' says Dick Werthimer! I don't know about you, but I'm doing a very good job of that!
Wonder what our world would have been like if John Lennon were still with us? Could you see them doing a show like Take That did last week?! Or, even better, if Elvis was still with us?
'If life was fair, Elvis would be alive and all the impersonators would be dead.'
- Johnny Carson
Also on December the 8th, the 342nd day of the year, with 23 days remaining in 2006. .....
In 1941, the United States entered World War II as Congress declared war against Japan one day after the attack on Pearl Harbor.
In 1943, Jim Morrison American singer, member of the group The Doors, was born.
In 1995, The Grateful Dead announced they were breaking up after 30 years of making music. The news came four months after the death of lead guitarist Jerry Garcia.
Ok, 4 minutes to go til All Request Friday - I'm off to put the kettle on and rearrange things in the kitchen to make it look like I've been really busy!!!!!
Hugs, Christoph and the fab Drivetime team!
Susan
most great older peeps have a very well-preserved 'child within'...like you do. I just looooooved the show when the mum got a bit over-excited ...wonderful stuff.
Well its Friday night. TIME TO PARTY!!!
My son Nicholas is off with the school navy squad to ski at Milton Keynes.
My wife is off to a tennis supper so I thought, as I am on my own tonight, I would go out to see the James Bond movie.
But my dog has got a sore arse and my wife would like me to stay in to make sure he doesn't lick it!
(PS he does have a collar we could put on him to prevent him licking his arse but my wife doesn't want to put it on him til he goes to bed!!)
yours
Jonathan
I agree with Jill, dancing in the kitchen is the best. Atleast that way no-one can see what has, for me, fast become the 'mum dance' (only slightly worse than the dad dance!). It would appear that childbirth renders you useless at recognising the beat and throwing some funky shapes.... or maybe that is the point, the young 'uns dont throw shapes anymore do they!!
Crikey i am so out of touch and not quite 30 yet!
My dad took up dancing on his 60th birthday and has gone from two left feet to a right old groover, out salsa and tango-ing atleast 5 nights a week. He is apparently a mean dancer and keeps asking me to join him. I think that may just be a step too far for me....!
Thank lovely its friday. Ready for a nice weekend with him in doors, the man cub and a lovely piece of Lamb that i just got from the new farm shop down the road. I must have a nice red that will go with that.
Welcome home CLP and the team - welcome.
xx
DWNB, sounds to me like you are seeing the right person then. ITs not unlike finding the love of your life - you just know.
The annoyance thing was probably something you were carrying that has left your conscience now, a much less destructive way of releasing anger than any of the other options we usually choose!!
reiki is definately cool!
xx
Hello all
The Blog Police must be in a foul mood all this week. I wonder what happens to the posts that don't make it? Maybe they are all catalogued, ready to be produced at a moments notice by the authorities seeking subversives. Maybe they evaporate into the cyber ether, never to be heard of again and officially categorised as having never existed!
We know different, fellow bloggers/commentators. We must make a stand against this injustic! Visit my blog to find the solution.
regards
J McC
I will be 50 next year and I still feel (and act) like a kid most of the time too! You know what they say Chris - "you're only as old as the woman you feel" and my woman is just 35!!
Enjoy the show tonight mate and tune into mine at 9 p.m. if yolu aren't out on the razzle lol!
Ross Hemsworth
Happy days!
Last night I went to see the new movie 'The Holiday'....go and see it one and all! It's brilliant!! Christmassy, funny, romantic, realistic...did I mention christmassy?! It's just a lovely film full of hope and good cheer and I loved it! It made me feel sad because I could relate to some of the more melancholy moments but then made me happy because there are happy days to look forward to...which will include a handsome man surprising me and falling in love with me!
Merry Christmas everyone!
Suze x
Thinking about the dancing thing, Chris. My pal, Ann, is staying with us just now. We were in school together, and went out together for years. We danced so much! We still dance .... but Charis (my 22month old daughter) says Ann's dancing is 'Not nice!'!!!!
Chris - you've got a cute way of talking! I FEEL LIKE DANCING!!!
Dissing Dave - if you hadn't eaten all the Revels, you could have sold them on ebay and taken your fellow bloggers, blogettes and the Blog-Master (that's you, Christoph!) on a weekend break!
Parker - you made me cry! What a fantastic poem!
Matt from Rudgwick - thank you so much for sharing your story ..... you made me cry too! My Dad's father WAS killed in WWII, in Holland - we have visited his grave there, and Dad had a memorial put in the Garden of Remembrance at the Commando Memorial in Spean Bridge - he died in November '44, my Dad was born in Jan '45. Please do consider writing a book .... and do signed copies for your fellow bloggers and blogettes!!
Jonahwood - you and I just HAVE to go out dancing!!!!
TheBigUn - don't think we'd all get an invite to the BP Christmas Party, eh?! Their loss, I say! You stick at it, ma lad!
IanG - I'm 37 too. Now you're going to depress Chris as he realises that his listeners aren't 14, 15, 16 anymore ... we only FEEL like that!
{{{{{ChrissieS}}}}} Hope you feel better for the weekend!
moose - Congrats on reaching 60,000!!!
Helen - what a great idea!!! Chris on next year's Strictly Come Dancing!! How great would that be!?
lyndyloo - we'll all be round in 20 minutes to sample the mash!
jillygoat - LOL!!!!! Never trolley surf on something that looks smaller than you! That's why I go for the big ones that you fall into as you reach for the last piece of shopping to put on the conveyer belt!
marshie - ooooo .... keep us posted about Mr Right!!!!
I say if the dog wants to lick its arse, let it lick its arse.
Oh Matt.
What a lovely Story. Christmas Feeling all over the place.
Parker- Beautiful. You have put in words what we struggle to tell our kids!
Christof - I dance like hell. but I bloody enjoy myself, and I defy anyone to tell me to stop. I dance in the office, even when there's no music. Best kind of dancing - when the music comes on in a shop, and you just can't help it. I sashayed up and down the aisles in HMV one weekend with my daughter to the Bold Barry White. What a ball. We laughed and laughed till our tums aches. And the looks! All the shops are getting better.. the more catchy the song, the more I've gotta dance.
Who cares!!!
DWNB
Hey guys
Wow! - I'm a first time blogger myself - do they have a name? - bluffer probably!
You all have such interesting stuff to say. My dancing hasn't improved since I was that distant memory of an 18 year old, and my karaoke days stopped when someone recognised me from a bar the night before, and I was on a ski slope. Aaaargh!
I can relate to the B&Q hide and seek thing - I've had some funny looks when I've stepped out of one of the tall kitchen cabinets in MFI before. There's also nothing like getting really wet in the rain, and just not caring.
Anyway, off to my works do in a minute - dancing to be regretted of course
Ta ra
Jo
JMcC - had a go! Got chatting to a lovely person! But only the 2 of us there! What fun if everyone got on board!
Got to go put the haggis, neeps and tatties on ... hubby keeps asking where his dinner is!
Hugs, Susan >
Forgot to say....your village in Surrey and the White Horse are in 'The Holiday' movie Chris! It looks like such a magical village I want to move there!
Do you know of any single, handsome, mad-about-Christmas men that would show me the village highlights?!
Suze x
Wow - guys n gals......I haven't been able to post today - apart from a quickie this morning ;)
...and look what you have been up to.....
....so much to reply to , I don't know where to start and I only have a minute or two .......
Matt - what a story - thank you so much for telling us about it - I can't imagine how it felt to gradually discover what you did - how amazing that you came across the people to lead you there too.
Moose.....yayyyyyy to the bloggers on the bus !!! and yayyyyyy to a new job!!!! yipppeee.......and, there is always next season in both leagues.
I loved the note to Dr McCrumble about the people buying a bit of the borehole .
Keith - glad you are back on the blog - blogging with confidence - is that a song - or was that 'kissing with confidence'.
Mary - I don't think we have seen you for a couple of days xxxx
Jax, Caroline, Tracey-Ann, MW, a!, Hazel Love, Lyndyloo and so many others, don't want to miss anyone out - love to one and love to all xxxxx
Got to dash out now
au revoir
Gaby
xx
ps pomme de terre
pps pied a terre
pps Ashley Cole (only because he is going to get some stick this sunday)
Christoph! You are just home and you're away out partying again! Man, you have all the fun! Make sure you take the camera along and share it all with us next week! Don't do anything I wouldn't do!
As for me - it's a couple of glasses of red with the haggis, neeps and tatties ... then off to the Forestry Commission tomorrow to pick up the Christmas tree!
Have a fantastic weekend, Chris, Drivetime team, and fellow bloggers and blogettes!
Hugs, Susan
âwhy wait for the weekend to have fun?â
âThere aren't enough days in the weekend.â Rod Schmidt
Christoph! You are just home and you're away out partying again! Man, you have all the fun! Make sure you take the camera along and share it all with us next week! Don't do anything I wouldn't do!
As for me - it's a couple of glasses of red with the haggis, neeps and tatties ... then off to the Forestry Commission tomorrow to pick up the Christmas tree!
Have a fantastic weekend, Chris, Drivetime team, and fellow bloggers and blogettes!
Hugs, Susan
âwhy wait for the weekend to have fun?â
âThere aren't enough days in the weekend.â Rod Schmidt
PS Love the photos!
Johnathon Williams, (34)
Get your dog in a pair of knickers! Honest it works.
Make sure they are kinda tight fitting tho, so use your wife's. If she has crotchless ones so much the better - you can stick them on backwards and poke the dog's tail thru the hole. Failing that, you'll need to cut a hole in them.
Might I ask, how did the dog hurt it's bum?
DWNB
Wow!
What a journey home.
Volume turned up full, singing at the top of my voice and the car literally bouncing...to ELO and Mr Blue Sky.
Unable to sing for bawling my eyes out...to the Carpenters (silly old fool!)
Howling at the top of my voice..with the werewolves of London.
...and I missed most of the second half. Good job, probably.
Gaby - sorry to correct you but, next season in all 3 leagues...have to assume the worst (I know, I know...) that one of QPR and Crystal Palace will go down to the First Division...I know it's showing my age, but when I used to go and watch footie, it wasn't possible to go DOWN to the First division! Probably only Reading left in the Premier...
McCrumble,
Tried to gabble but no-one there. Had a post mainly for you confiscated today :-(
All this talk of dogs and knickers is making me thirsty.
Moose
Now My Heart Is Full
Thank you all for your kind words about my story.
I'm not sure why today was the day to try and tell it, but it felt right. I guess we tend to get reflective at this time of year, thinking about others and experiences that we have had, and, perhaps, those we wish for.
As I tried to put the story into 'bloggable' length I realised that it was impossible. I hope that I did it some justice today, but your comments have convinced me to put it into its deserved long form.
I am as proud as punch of what happened then and of what has happened since. Not only have I discovered a family that we didn't know existed, I discovered a family that I did know existed.
If you get my gist.
Have a fab weekend all.
Much peace and love.
Matt.
PS Moose. Cookie. See FFC - my team.
PPS Chris. The gym. Nuff said.
Matt,
Good on ya....
See my post I think on Wednesday...after the refreshment of a cookie, I got it with a bit of help from wikipedia...had a notion it might be FFC and my nose led me the rest of the way.
Have a great weekend...
Moose
Lovely peeps,
What a bizarre thing - I really don't wish to bore you all with my technoloigcal and technical difficulties (too late, I hear you say) but.....earlier (by approx 2 hours) I tried to post a post, but I couldn't get all the green bars in my bar holder to fill - so I pressed 'post' ad nauseam and never got to that point when it says 'thank you...etc etc' (story of my life)...ahem....
Anyway, I saved my missive elsewhere in order to re-send now - but as I reviewed posts that had been received since......there it was!! - my little missive from earlier, it had actually transmitted itself - at that point I started to panic - thinking that I would find at least 20 duplicates - but, thankfully, no.....pheew.
Sorry, that was REALLY uninteresting...really sorry.
Anyway, have now forgotten what I was going to say.
Moose - yep, I remember well the days when you couldn't go DOWN to the first division....: )
Matt - Fulham is one of my other clubs ( a woman of many clubs) because that is where my dear and hugely-missed Mum was from.
Thanks for a lovely week you lovely people
Gaby
x
ps Rufus Sewell (because I can.....well, what I mean is , I would if I could........
oops, forgot to put my name at the top of my last missive
I wasn't trying to be mysterious ;)
bonne nuit
Gaby
x
hello Chaps and Chapettes, the lovely chris and the A team
I wonder if the BP are up this late?
Anyway
A bit late, couldn't sleep..well i probably could, but wanted so much to see what you folks had been talking about!
And i've been having a bop in the kitchen, all by myself, which is ironic really, as that what chris started you all off on!
IanG - I'm 41
,
RE: Dancing..I'm agreeing with Jill and Anna
I dance in the kitchen, usually this time of night, after a glass of wine with my MP3 player blasting out into my lugs..I love it..no one's watching, I can dance away to my hearts content ( good exercise too). I've toned my dancing down a bit, but I've still got the rhythm ( can't sing though) In fact at parties with our daughter present, she refuses to have anything to do with me.."you're Sooo embarassing MUM" she says...to which i reply "that's my job, and will be until you're 30"
Matt, what a story - film rights deffo!
Keith - keep on trucking, but i missed the joke- double on Monday - please :-) !
Jo - dance mats are such fun ( and you can see the Kcals burnt!)
Jillygoat - at least you could DO headstands, i don't think
Lard**ses ( Jonahwood #4, I'm there!) like I was at 7 could do that - something about centre of gravity, and LOL re trolley in T
Amanda #11 I went to college with a bloke who also had a wide arms span...in fact his nickname SPAN stuck, when i drunkenly giggled.."My, what a large span you have"
Moose...behold the great novelist, remember to invite us to the launchparty! Well Done on getting corporation edgy
Susan S where do you get all those quotes..from your mind i expect, you sound v v brainy ( hope you don't mind, but i love the way you acknowledge people on the blog, so i thought I'd try it when everyone's asleep..not again though, it's too long., you are the mistress of it)
Jof - hope you had a great works do, tell us about the dancing
Gaby - bon nuit
tracey-Ann - hope all's Ok Jax, you too
Dr J Mc - went to your site today (ooer, a bit professh)
Everyone else, sorry not to mention all by name..I really must get some sleep
have a good weekend - for us it's Christmas tree up! and parents day at drama and ballet..what fun ( and for any of you thinking that the parents do the drama or the ballet..No No we just sit and watch out darlings perform - however, I can't embaress her, so lippy on tomorrrow) See Y'all on monday
Love Caroline x
Hi All
Haven't had a chance to blog this week, I've had a busy time with work and birthday celebrations :-)
Thanks for my birthdays wishes......which reminds me...Gaby
Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Gaby, happy birthday to you
hip hip hooray, hip hip hooray.......have a good one gaby x x x x x x
Have only managed to catch snippets of this weeks shows and the blog, looking forward to a marathon listen again and reading the blog xx
Tracey-Ann - hang in there xx burning a special candle for you xx
Jax - hope your meeting went ok, take care xx
Jo - my thoughts are with you xx from what I have read sounds like Charley has lots of friends to keep him company xx
Keith - re resignation post - I have every faith something good will come along for you, you are a great person and deserve nothing but the best xx
Matt - what an amazing story, thank you for sharing it, you should definately do the book!
Hello Hazel xx
Sorry this was only going to be a happy birthday post to Gaby :-) so easy to get carried away on the blog :-)
Insonmia has hit me big time this week! I've been up since 2am (went to bed at 11) all my house work is done, off to do some ironing while I wait for the rest of the country to wake up :-)
Definately going now!
Take care All
Have a good weekend
Love Mary xx
Thanks for playing my song yesterday (Nina Simone - I've got my -- man or women??). Love the show BTW
My Wife and I just knew we would get straight through for the request. We deserved it maybe.
Chris
Good morning one and all!
How are ye all this fine Saturday morning? We are in fine fettle this morning .... well, I was until I was told that one of our guests last night had spilt his tea on our new CREAM carpet! Grrrrrrrrrr!
Christoph, honey, hope you're having a great weekend and a well earned rest after the shenanigans of the weekend!
What are my fellow bloggers and blogettes up to today? We are going to get the Christams tree today ... but don't know where on earth to put it!
Anyway - off to do the boring old housework!
Have a great day, y'all!
Hugs, Susan
Gaby- happy birthday to you!! Sorry - haven't been able to blog sooner as we stayed in Godalming with friends last night and couldn't get to the PC, but at least we were able to listen to the whole of the ARF show.
Stopped off at Waitrose in Godalming to buy some wine & nibbles en route to friend's house, and eyed up the trollies, but it's such a lovely supermarket and so posh (saw Anthea Turner shopping in there once) that I thought better of trolley surfing ........ well, for now anyway!
Didn't do any dancing last night either but a lot of singing went on in the car and 'im indoors helped out with some of the harmonies, with me using my hairbrush as a microphone! Thank goodness it was dark and no-one could see us!
Have a great weekend one and all
Tracy-Anne - hope you are feeling a bit stronger today x
Jo and Jax - thinking of you both x
jillygoat xx
Matt from Rudgwick, how you strike a chord!!
Reading your story I am feeling a mixture of emotions that shocked me into sharing a story. I was also there when my father met his mother for the first time!
My father was adopted at birth by an elderly couple. When they died my father found papers pointing him in the direction of his real mother, who it turned out , worked in an RAF camp, fell in love and became pregnant by an American Airman. Due to her religious family (so we are told) my father was put up for adoption and she never saw the american again.
Life continued, she married another and didn't have any more children. My father continued his search and was happily reunited with her in Scotland and we all spent summer holidays exploring with our new Grandmother. Shortly after this my father died at the age of 43, she was devastatated to lose him again but adamantly refused to name his father.
She has since passed away too taking the secret to her grave.
This is a brief outline that raises so many questions for me that go unanswered, there seems to be a blank space where there should be something, do you know what I mean/
You were very lucky Matt to find him and I'm so pleased it worked out so well for you.
feeling very nostalgic now.
Px
Morning everyone. Absolutely loved the live broadcasts pity you can't do same thing every couple of months.
Our Christmas do next week and I am going to wear an amazing dress that my very special friend has given to me to wear. Wore same dress last new years eve with her when she did'nt know she had terminal cancer. Will dance however I want in honour of my friend and remember the brilliant times we have spent together in times gone by. Will not be sad because she would not have wanted me to be.
Also think the blog is a brill part of my day. Love to you and the team. X
Really enjoy reading your blog,Chris. Its just as inspiring and exciting as watching you on the TV on the Big Breakfast years ago to listening to you on the radio now. Many thanks. Don't go old on us.... Im only 26 so doesn't matter just yet...sorry x
Parker.... (No2)
My daugher read your poem and you have restored her faith in Santa.
I always told her Santa would exist as long as he was in her heart, like he was in mine.
Thanking You, from deep inside.
You made a wee girl smile.
DWNB
Madainn mhath, one and all! How is everyone on the blustery, stormy Sunday! We had such storms through the night! Not much sleep in the Simpsonâs household last night! And the forecast is for further gales and snow! Hereâs hoping the end of the week is better cos we are due to drive to Glasgow on Friday and sail to the Isle of Arran on Saturday. If any of you are praying folks âŠ. weâd appreciate your prayers! 2 years ago, when we drove to Ardrossan on the Ayrshire coast to get the ferry to Arran, our ferry, like the 2 prior to it was cancelled due to storms and high tides. We waited patiently, but the next ferry was cancelled too. So, now 4 ferry loads of folk rushed round Ardrossan looking for somewhere to stay overnight. Normally this wee adventure wouldnât bother me, but I was 8 months pregnant! We could sooooooooooo relate to Mary and Joseph, cos everywhere we went ⊠no room! Eventually we travelled about 10 miles along the coast and a lady kindly opened up her B&B for us!
âA world without a Sabbath would be like a man without a smile, like a summer without flowers, and like a homestead without a garden. It is the joyous day of the whole week.â
Henry Ward Beecher
DWNB â I meant to say yesterday â I laughed so much at your advice to put a pair of knickers on the dog! That is one photo Iâd love to see!!
Matt from Rudgwick â you certainly did the story proud. I hope youâll send tickets to your fellow bloggers and blogettes for the premier! I think youâre right â we do get reflective at this time of year! It is a family time as we remember that Holy family over 2000 years ago.
Caroline â keep dancing, girl! Thank you so much for your lovely comment. I find the folk on this blog so interesting that I canât help but comment back! My quotes â some run around my head, but most I get from a couple of sites I subscribe to! Not that brainy anymore âŠ. babies suck your braincells! How did parentsâ day go? Get the Christmas tree up? Iâm rearranging the living room to accommodate the tree and a new dining table â itâs not working so far!
Gaby â belated happy birthday to you! It was my Mumâs birthday yesterday too, so I was quite upset that we couldnât travel down to my folksâ. Did you have a good day?
MWK/Mary â I suffer from insomnia with the CFS, so get bouts of awful insomnia. I found that a mixture of Reiki, reflexology and aromatherapy did the business! And the last time I had a really bad bout, I got one of those sleep tapes! It was brilliant! Hope you managed to get some sleep, honey!
{{{{{Marshie}}}}} â thank you for sharing that with us. Itâs hard when thereâs a part of the story of your background missing. How wonderful that you were able to spend time with your Grandmother, but how sad that she missed out on all those years with your Dad.
Alice â the blog is indeed an enjoyable part of our day! Wear your dress with pride and dance to the memory of your friend. Happy memories!
âFor, bless the gude mon, gin he had his ain way,
He's na let a cat on the Sabbath say "mew;"
Nae birdie maun whistle, nae lambie maun play,
An' Phoebus himsel' could na travel that day,
As he'd find a new Joshua in Andie Agnew.â
Thomas Moore
Well, hope you all have a wonderful Sabbath day, whatever you are doing ⊠and hope you tell us all about whatever you are doing!
Hugs, Susan, shivering with a wet cat trying to cuddle up to her!
hey gang, hope you're all having a stress free sunday? thought i'd get involved, feel i should at least try and give something back after all the guffaws you've given me last week... what a belting week of broadcasting! i didn't think you could top the whistling, but boy was i wrong.. gotta fly, shlog with you soon xx
why why wwhy is the only good thing in this miserable world a damn fine radio prog with yours unshamedly good host little chrissy evans.the tour was good fun and plse do it again soon as it takes me out of my miserable day to day existence to a much nicer place
Happy Sunday to you all,
So I am blogging whilst watching the Arsenal v Chelski on Murcoch TV. The Chelski players are real wingers, they moan about every decision the ref makes, spoils the game for me!
Just to go back to Thursdays show and the summer lightening. Chris I am not sure if you are aware but the Hopback Brewery has only one pub in London selling its wares. It is in South Wimbledon and called The Sultan. It is in the C.A.M.R.A guide and looks worth a visit as they must be brining a little piece of Wiltshire to the city. It may not have the glitz and glamour of what you are used to but good beer is hard to find ;-)
I have to say that as a listener I really enjoyed the energy from the shows from your UK tour. The pics are great as well :-)
Gaby, I have been trying to think of 43 good reasons to wish you a very HAPPY BIRTHDAY to you! I hope you had a god time :-)) xx
I am looking forward to next week and another fight with the BP ;-)
Keep smiling everyone :-)
Keith
x
Well Chris,
Thanks for mentioning the Christmas trees in the last Blog.
A bit of research and a 'phone call and the family finds its way to Hascombe at Sunday lunchtime. Its only just up the road from us in Horsham, but we still managed to get slightly lost on the way to you.
Great pub and we will definitely be back. After a beer and some chips, we were helped in choosing our tree by a very friendly chap in a hat that looked somewhere between Sherlock Holmes and Deputy Dawg (it was a bit cold after all). Seemed to recognise him from somewhere, but can't quite place it... Once he found out that wife Judy had the cash, the sale was soon made.
So, thanks for providing us with 'Snowflake' (the children named the tree on the way home), thanks for being part of our Christmas and for helping a good cause.
Hopefully see you next year.
Paul from Horsham
good evening all
all i wish to say is be gratefull that many of you could dance at some point in your life. i myself could only move to music in the kind of way you run away from an axe muderer during a nightmare, and this now further hinders me as i no longer even care how i look when i dance. and all that on top of the normal breakdown in coordenation that age its self brings. i bet that you look good on the dance floor? its easy for them to say that when still in the flush of youth. i recomend line dancing where you can only look strange as the person next to you.
ta ra
Friends, good evening
Thank you for your lovely posts wishing me a happy birthday.....Mary, Susan S, Keith (loved the 43 reasons...: ))
Very sadly, my ex father-in-law died in the early hours of yesterday morning. I don't really know what else to say.
I will look forward to 'chatting' to you lovely people tomorrow.
Gaby
Chris,
Please stop stressing about being 40 and loosing the ability to dance because its probably not true. I do think life is unfair on that dancing front. I am 46 and my teenage kids just presume I am boring and canât dance because I am their mother when in fact I am thrillingly interesting, funny and a sexy dancer. What do these young folk know anyway?
Letâs start a campaign âTeenagers are crap dancersâ if we keep saying it it will become ingrained into the psyche of the British public and, therefore, become true.
Lesley
Just remember you will always end up dancing like one of your parents..it's a genetic thing.
Only dance when you're drunk, this helps, then you're 'not bothered' if you dance like your mum.
Also, add ten years on to your age, "it's not bad dancing for a 50 year old, eh?"
Only dance with kids under 10, they're all crap, and they make you look better, at least, you won't look worse!
Or just don't give a poo, BUT, never, never don't get up and dance, this is bad form, and people will assume you're really crap anyway.
Follow the above advce and things will go off with a bang!!
xxxx