Nostalgia is big business these days and it’s often easier to look back than contemplate an uncertain future, what with the daily bombardment of good news.
Personally, I always try to avoid reunions though; I have a reunion with my face each morning and that is enough for me.
Generally nostalgic gatherings are only ever attended by people that have actually done something of note and now want to bore you senseless with their new self-importance, having failed to even manage a paper round when they were kids.
And, of course, there is always the chance that the shy, spotty girl you cruelly snubbed in 3rd form is now a leggy Porsche owning stunner and doing the snubbing herself now.
Struggling through old photos you know you were right but that patience is, indeed, a virtue. Years ago few people actually took a camera out but now you can’t risk a pee without a quick snap for the album.
Fortunately, at my age personal histories are limited to the odd polaroid our mothers could manage, always assuming they were pointing the camera the right way, fingers not obscuring the lens, hands shaking from an overdose of Campari.
Occasionally though, life insists we all meet again so currently I am facing a glut of 50th birthday celebrations allowing me to visit a host of local working mens clubs and other dives.
Enormous tattooed barmaids serving cheap fizzy beer placed on formica tables awash with curly sandwiches and mouldy looking quiche.
Whatever happened to the summer of 1990?
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