There was a program on the radio this morning that involved, for whatever reason, the young DJ playing numbers from 1969. His selection was pretty average but, considering the young buck DJ hadn’t been built back in the day, just what you’d expect.
Then, out of the blue, a forgotten track of class.
A couple of sad things accompanied this track. It was the one and only track in the show that the young buck DJ played and decided to talk over in its entirety. Despite that fact, it got my right foot just a tap-tap-tapping away uncontrollably and with great vigour as the years rolled away. This was a shame as my right foot was on the car accelerator peddle at the time and my little nest of vipers wasn’t best suited with being thrown backwards and forwards for three minutes.
When I checked the rear view mirror I also noted that, going on the erratic movements of the fellows cars following me, they were either all of a similar age and on the same radio channel, or, more likely, my cars erratic movements had them totally confused and alarmed.
Who cares. For a few precious minutes I time travelled.
Is that a good ‘take you backer’ or wot?
Quote; Bob Marley.
“The good times of today, are the sad thoughts of tomorrow.”