Moments, Memories and Menopause

 

Moments, Memories and Menopause

Me having fun — I’m not taking myself seriously. (#OOTD on skates)

“White Lines” on the mental jukebox. I can’t save the lyrics, completely, just enough and to be fair, I was way too young to understand them at the time, nor did they need to mean anything to me it was the beat, the style the dance.

Thirteen years old, Hayling Island disco. Den’s? Dennis’s? Who knows. A huge Madonna phase. Early 80s — the best chart music.

All I really knew was UB40 and Bob Marley

(Still my today go to listen)

Until Erica — two girls from London, she was the same age as me, the other her older sister —

I can not remember her name but she had short hair - home made clothes an arm of bangles and looked like she had just stepped out of the Billie Jean movie (80's classic) requested this track.

They showed me the dance, and the rest is history.

After the holiday I hunted it down — a 7‑inch vinyl, maybe a tape, whatever I could get my hands on. I learned the dance by the end of that week, and the important words stored themselves safely in memory. Much later, to my joy, Duran Duran covered it, so I bought the physical CD single too.

For years I even said it would be one of my funeral songs, until I gave time to the content (this had never occurred to me to do ever) isn’t exactly funeral‑friendly (unless that’s the way I decide to go).

So today I honored it , Fun and part two (Athleisure #OOTD) with my brand‑new Primark leisurewear set — £21, short‑shorts I’m still unsure about — got the skates back out and took it all into the garden.

We’re not doing the dance moves anymore, bed by 930 pm most nights.

But I still do it in my Kitchen. I play it and dance at the same time.

When I made the reel the ND me I had to sing it, in my head. I had to add the music afterwards — using the phone to record the reel, not multi tasking in my garden to play music at the same time. So this is my best fashion version.

With the saved teen memory of rhythm and beat.

You have to remember: I was an influential teen and discovered this song and this music before I understood any of it.

Strange that my adult highway became metal, but maybe it was never about the music — just what the men looked like.

I grew up around Western as a child, infused with Kate Bush, reggae as a teen, metal as an adult,

1980's pop throughout and always that constant dance, in my brain.

What’s your musical highway? Mine is adulthood in metal, with pop and country riding alongside — eclectic, always.