Time

Categories: anything-and-everything

Date: 25 April 2008 20:10:42

Is it just me or do others find they're taken by surprise every so often when something you remember happening just-a-while-ago turns out to be nearly official history and happened about 30 years in the dimming-and-distancing past?!

I've finally got round to sorting out some of the things you just leave in a box to deal with later when you move house. I've been going through my LP's. Yes LP's - real vinyl proper records - yes, I know, I really don't look old enough! And with the sorting came the rediscovery of 'My Life in the Bush of Ghosts' - a Brian Eno and David Byrne brilliant collaboration. And it all comes flooding back with the record. I can still remember where I first heard it - a shop in Carnaby Street (London) sometime in the Eighties - when Carnaby Street was still a wonderful haven for the bizarre and outrageous and the place I did my clothes shopping - perfect for finding Goth gear, many-buckled boots and all that.

And playing the record again I see it says '1981'* and though I reckon I bought it probably nearer 1986 that's 27 years ago!! Nearly thirty years - but it's only five minutes since I was young isn't it? Time is a very strange thing. I look at family photos from when my brother and I were growing up and realise that I'm older now than my mum and dad were then - there's something wrong with that in the space time continuum! And though I'm still the same inside, on the outside I'm the mum - the one with the nearly 17 year old son.

I suppose God must feel like this quite a lot, I mean, he's been around rather a long time and seen a few kids grow up.

Perhaps sometimes it's a better idea to let unpacked boxes lie!

*Ah, 1981 - I was 11 - the year I got my first radio/cassette player for Christmas complete with 'Chart Hits '81' (or something like that) and I've still got that tape too!