I can remember when

Nostalgia, Memories and looking back (over my shoulder)

About

The year is 2017 and I’m going to be 43 in April.  Let’s face it, I’m getting bloody old.  I seem to spend a lot of time looking back to my younger days when my body didn’t ache, my face wasn’t wrinkly and everybody I knew and loved was still alive. When Summers seemed to last forever and Tiswas was the staple of every Saturday morning. When I didn’t feel the need the spend every available spare moment with my parents because I’m petrified of the coming days when they won’t be here any more. Life was simpler back then and yes, I know what a cliche that is and I. Don’t. Care. This blog is my way of keeping track of my memories, thoughts and feelings, before they’re gone. Because all too soon, I will be gone and I want my son to be able to look back on all of this and know I had a good life.

If you think this is going to be a self indulgent, over emotional blog that makes you feel a bit icky, then you’re probably right and if it’s not for you, off you go. I’m certainly not forcing anyone to be here. However, if you were born in the 70’s and want to travel down my nostalgic road with me, welcome aboard. This blog will most likely be full of meandering, pointless crap but in the end, I’m writing it for me so I can’t say I give a shit.

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