Back to Life

I’m indulging in an orgy of nostalgia this evening. 80s music is pouring from my laptop, I have a strange craving for a Secret chocolate bar and a glass of Aqua Libra and my hair, because I didn’t attack it with the GHDs this morning, is doing a pretty good impersonation of Crystal Tips.

The reason for this retro mood is earlier this week I got back in contact with a friend I haven’t seen for about 20 years (god bless Facebook). Naturally, after the first email I made a bee-line for my old photo albums and plunged myself back into 1989. I was more than a little disconcerted to find that my hair-style is the same. In fact, because I didn’t iron the frizz flat today, I fastened it back with a clip I’m almost certain I’m wearing in a photo in which I am dressed in a mustard-yellow skirt, complete with braces, a white bat-wing t-shirt and black pixie boots. Don’t judge me hastily, I did much, much worse…

I haven’t seen the people in the photos for almost two decades, how can that possibly be correct? Despite the grey hairs and the occasional “call that music?” comment, I don’t feel I can be old enough for that amount of time to have passed…