To all of the people taking part in the WWFC writing challenge – and any other readers I have.
I have recently started the mammoth task, of scanning a whole life’s worth of photographs on to my computer. I have been doing it for the last few weeks and I have just as many weeks left, probably more, before I finish. I keep finding more, long forgotten albums, tucked away, with yet more memories. of holidays, days out, parties and lots of family fun. Not to forget photos of Mo and I when we were young. Once I’ve finished, I will be making movies for the family’s viewing pleasure.
Why am I telling you this? I’m telling you, because I feel bad that I can’t spend the time taken to comment on all of your posts. I am enjoying reading them as and when I take a break from scanning, but I just don’t have the time to comment on them, so forgive me.
The following is a conversation we had while watching the X Factor, a while back. It seems I forgot to post it. What’s new?
It was disco week on X Factor. We remember disco fondly. We used to go out dancing regularly, so some of the music holds fond memories for us.
“Here we are folks….. Live, on stage….. performing a medley of their hits is….. CHIC….. along with …….”
Mo and me, in unison: “Who?”
They start singing and he starts playing guitar and mumbling words into the microphone.
Me: “Oh I remember all of these”
Mo: “Yes, but I never knew his name”
Me: “No, me neither……. I still don’t”
Performance ends and he is interviewed, as all the star turns are, every week. Interview over. “OK guys, give it up for …….” (crowd applause) he leaves the stage.
Me: “I still don’t know his name”
Mo: “Me neither”
We look at each other and burst out laughing.
Why is the X Factor audience so loud?
Or is it that we are both going deaf?