Tuesday, 24 March 2009
Where were you in 1979?
Thanks to Iain Dale for highlighting a rerun of the 1979 Commons no confidence debate that led to the fall of Callaghan's government. I remember the debate vividly. I had not long acquired what was then the forefront of technology - a music centre - and listened to it live on Radio 4 in Hi-Fi (sort of) stereo FM. In my small flint-rubble cottage in deepest Suffolk. I think I was decorating at the time. Gosh - was that really thirty years ago?
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I was in a small but delightful pub - the name of which now escapes me, and which is no doubt long closed - in a small but delightful village called Sinnington, which is on the edge of the Yorkshire moors.
I don't think I have ever left a pub in such a happy frame of mind, before or since. A great weight seemed to have been lifted from our lives.
Glad confident morning!
It won't be the same this time; the situation is perhaps even worse, and the incoming government doesn't inspire the least confidence of any real change.
Don't know about the confidence vote, but I had a Pioneer PL-12D turntable and it looks like your music centre was equipped with something similar.
Damned fine machine it was, too.
Thanks for the tip - saddo that I am Sky+ now set so I can gloat and hope for the same in the near future.
I was smoking behind the bike sheds and plotting what to do about my virginity...
You're all old. Old and mouldering. I bet you can remember when it was all trees around here.
Go back to your nursing home and polish your listening trumpets, old-timers.
Time flies...
I was in high school in 1979.
Time flies...
Have a nice day!
I was driving Mr HG along the A38M in my lady's go-fast as he looked nervously round remarking "Look, tidal motorways".
lilith said...
I was smoking behind the bike sheds and plotting what to do about my virginity...
EWWWWWWWWWWWWW
I was -11 years old
I was knocking on doors very, very quietly and handing out these leaflets. They were blue, if memory serves, and the rest, they say, was history...
A month or so before the Great Election the constituency Young Conservatives held a fancy dress party at the cricket club and my gang and I went dressed as the Klu Klux Klan.
We arrived breathless; flushed and elated having nipped into our local for a jar before the disco and costume judging started. And that was when the reggae band walked in...
Happy days.
Calfy? 15 nearly 16 please! Have I ever lied to you about my age?
I was -11, not you
You don't do much for Cheltenham Ladies' rep
I was drinking under-age and trying to work out how many 2 new pences were neeed to weigh down my stylus sufficiently.
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