Last Saturday I went out to a pub in a local village. A group was appearing there, and very good they were too. They performed mostly sixties and early seventies classics.
What struck me was that the majority of the audience members were of an age group that would probably have listened to the same songs when they were first played in those far-off days, and a damn fine time was being had by all!
I watched men and women close to pensionable age singing along and dancing like a bunch of kids.
It occurred to me that, whilst all this revelry was going on their grandchildren were no doubt plugged into their tablets/mp3s or whatever listening in total solitude to the manufactured pap that is served out relentlessly these days.
Oh dear...I’m turning into my grandpa!
Broad Oak Close