Yep, time machines do exist! Where do you end up?

They surely do!


This morning, I heard the song above playing on an obscure radio station that possibly plays to people who are in the same ballpark age group as I am…

And I was transported in my little time machine to my first kiss. I was in primary school and the ravisher of my lips was a boy named Ian. It was an odd kiss, as I was more concerned with the mechanics (should my eyes be closed? At what angle should my head be positioned – because it probably looked as though one ear was directly aimed at heaven, waiting for that loud call from God. God usually stood in for my father, so when my daddy wasn’t there, the expectation of God showing up did a pretty neat job of keeping me unkissed!)

But, God must have been otherwise preoccupied that evening and, as Blondie crooned in the background, I discovered that the first kiss is always the most memorable. Not because it is the greatest kiss, but because there is nothing to compare it to at that stage.

So I hunted down the track and played it again – and the nostalgia rose up again. It seems that this time machine has a repeat button. But I know that only the old adebbie harry.jpgre nostalgic, so I hit the 2016 button and dragged myself from 1980 back to the present, and when I arrived back here, I suddenly felt old. And I wondered if Debbie Harry was still alive. She is, and is 71 years old this year.

My dad, who eventually let go and let God struggle with his daughter, always says that getting old is easy – you grow into it. I guess it’s a little like the frog in the pot of water. The rapture the frog is waiting for is far removed from the one I held my Beechies breath for decades ago.

Anyhow, today will be a good day to dust off the eighties albums. I will hunt down some neon green socks and cool Madonna glasses and bright blue eyeshadow. Sometimes there is a blur in my memory and I’m not sure where the 70s ended and the 80s began. ‘Cos I’m so tempted to dig up a pair of gym tights (still in wrapper) and pretend they’re the footless tights we loved so much.

On second thoughts, perhaps I’ll just do some work and then pop out to the shops later to buy a jar of night cream. At least I’ll feel younger when I climb back into my time machine, and perhaps I’ll even meet someone there who – like me – looks old but still feels as though it all happened last week Saturday.

Where did Blondie take you? Or perhaps you have never even heard of her.


9 thoughts on “Yep, time machines do exist! Where do you end up?

  1. Because I always add music to my blog I spend a lot of time on youtube in the evenings. I play some 60’s stuff because I loved it first time round and because it sets my memories reeling like a slot machine until it ends up at a specific event.Maybe like your first kiss. I also play a lot of 80’s stuff because I liked the age of the New Romantics. I don’t know, maybe I fancied myself one at the time even though I was in my 30’s then. I know I love the time of memory recall I get from playing these records and my follower get from listening to them too.
    xxx Massive Hugs xxx


    • Thanks for stopping by. Yes, Ultravox, Pet Shop Boys, Boy George… They just make me feel like I’m an teenager again. The best music is from the 80s. Although I do remember my parents’ records too. There was something called Chantilly Lace, and something about crying at the chapel. Maybe you should share that one. 🙂


  2. Do time machines have models? I think so… Like a 70’s model, an 80’s model, a 90’s model… The 90’s model can’t take you back to the 70’s and the 70’s model probably isn’t so good at taking you back to the 90’s. And you only get issued with one. So if you don’t know who Blondie is, you’ve probably got too late a model… 😉

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  3. I was only a kid in the ’80s, but for me, listening to the “Brothers in Arms” album by Dire Straits takes me back to a much simpler time and place. My family wore out two cassette tapes playing it over and over. I continued to listen to ’80s music as I grew older and went to high school, even though the world had moved on to hardcore rock and gangsta rap. There’s nothing like a beloved song to transport you through time.

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      • Exactly! All the songs I taped off the radio were always missing five seconds from the beginning, and they always ended abruptly in the middle of the DJ’s spiel. I never did perfect the timing. If I remember correctly, I had to press the “record” and “play” buttons at the same time, and I was never quick enough on the draw.


  4. Your post above sums up the whole premise of my blog – Been enjoying travelling back in time, conjuring up long forgotten memories prompted by songs heard on the radio. Can’t go back and change anything, nor would I want to, but been fun sometimes to journey down memory lane.

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    • Let’s face it, we are younger in that time and space. So it’s good to go there once in a while to remind ourselves that we could once sleep eight hours straight without having to empty a bladder half way through 🙂

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