Leave for Civilisation only to go back in time - Fun Thing # 92

A Night of 50s Music....

Just call me Marty. It might not be everyone's idea of a great time; you hit the big smoke, have a few drinks and then see a rather odd man, dressed up as someone about 30 years younger and long dead, singing songs... in obscene leather trousers. Thrusting. I, er, didn't enjoy that part I hasten to add.

That's right I had a night of watching a bunch of singers pretending to be long dead popstars: it was called 'In Dreams'. At times it came closer to some of my nightmares.

The Billy Fury impressionist and the rictus of terror that was my face aside, a great time was to be had when I actually focused on the music; there were songs there that should never have been forgotten, or rather relegated to a night of dodgy entertainment; like Conway Twitty's (I know, I know, stupid name) 'It's Only Make Believe'. Generally despite all the sinister references to sixteen year olds, or bizarre lyrics that can only be indicative of a generation abuzz with pent up frustration there are some just simply fantastic songs. Obviously I'm being extremely patronising there as the era was a font of musical diversity and change. Admist all the costumes, bad Dusty Springfield wigs and hand clapping, some of that spirit crossed over; old ladies found the energy to dance in the aisles, whilst I sat complaining of bad knees and feeling asphyxiated by the fug of their floral perfumes. Well, a couple of old ladies were twisting the night away, but the majority of the female audience were accompanied by old men husbands who flatly refused to get up and make a spectacle of themselves, thank you very much! One boogie orientated grandmother danced alone. Like that Sting song, well excepting the state sanctioned excecutions....

I've just realised from my use of the phrase "boogie orientated" that it is entirely possible I am still drunk. The only thing to add is that tomorrow I'm visiting a cheese festival.