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just in from a night “up the club” as its called here, again I have confirmed my love for the older generation. There songs and stories are far better anyone my age, stories iv heard a million times…and stories id hear a millions times again
Hearing James gran, aunty Nan and uncle Wully pelting out the old tunes makes me smile and wish I was there the first time round…Seems like every older person can sing, and can sing a song I have never heard.
When I got talking to lady at the bar i told her how I loved going “up the club” chips bingo and cabert, I love it. She told me how they now call the lounge the menopause lounge and back in the day they discussed men, sex tips and clothes. Now its tena lady and the only thing they swap is pills. I loved it.
I have never had a blog before never really had a diary either, suppose there kind of the same thing. And the first time i chose to write one I happen to be drunk and it prob wont make much sense but i know what i mean so thats all that matters..
just next time you have a night with your gran, great gran, great aunt grandads or papas and you grin and bear it, give the stories and songs a chance. You wont hear a thing like it in this day and age…