Life on Mars. Life as it was.

 

I've been watching Life on Mars. Ages old, I thought it was quite recent but no.. 2006. That's nearly 20 years ago. Anyway, of course I started thinking about what I would be thinking if I was taken right back to 1973.  Back then, we thought that it was modern times. A couple of years ago, I taught students who were so young they thought the 70/80s were 'when everything was brown'.  I think I know what they meant.  It was all a bit brown.  But then the 80s! That was PINK!

I miss the 70s. Or at least some of it.  I didn't do well in the 70s, particularly.  I made some great friends though. Some of whom I still know.  I did terribly at school. It bored me. The music was great. I was lacking in self respect. I gained a foul mouth. It's always done me proud though. So. If I was thrown back to 1973, I wonder what the result would be?  I would love to go back with my now, amaaaazing view on the world.  I would be erudite and interesting and know absolutely everything in Physics.  I would treat blokes with utter disrespect, as they deserve.  Or else I wouldn't put up with the misogyny.  I wouldn't go out with any of them. Gaslighting bastards!! 

Anyway.... I wrote this after a couple of glasses of wine. I thought I would add to it. I have a nice story about me and 70s music!  In 1973 I was 15.  I loved Marc Bolan and Michael Jackson, although I think I was growing out of him by then.  I also liked Donny Osmond, but of course that isn't cool is it?!  I'm not going to pretend that my first single was Life on Mars by David Bowie, because it wasn't and I don't believe anyone who says it was.  Anyhoo.... digression!  We had family friends called David and Grace, Tim and Phil and we would often go and visit them, usually on a Saturday evening for a meal.  This is where I first ate spaghetti!  It really wasn't a thing in our house in the 70s.  Neither was garlic 😏 

One Saturday night David and Grace gave me 5 L.P's. they didn't want.  They were: James Taylor - Mud Slide Slim, Carol King - Tapestry, Carol King - Music, Neil Young - After the Gold Rush and Joni Mitchell - Blue.  Need I say anything else?  That was me from then on.  I still pinch myself.