Down in the depths
Sometimes I don’t so much wallow in nostalgia as dive to the bottom to retrieve the brick (of nostalgia).
Case in point, this evening I’m listening to some tunes that formed the soundtrack of my life 15 years ago. A trip to Belgium on a euro coach, Xmas, 1993, accompanied by a compilation of european trance music. I distinctly remember arriving in Brussels listening to “Midnight in Europe” by 030 (it was actually about 7am in the morning but no matter) and thinking this was one of the most modern experiences I had ever had.
Battlefields, beer and boredom interspersed with my first trip to Amsterdam to get legally wasted and spending New Year in one of the least lively cities in Europe. Fantastic!
Meanwhile, Noah and Maisie are playing some sort of game where the house is a spaceship, something I used to love doing as a kid (the downstairs bathroom was always the space lab).
If I’m not careful, I might not resurface – it’s too much fun down here. Up there it’s all death and taxes. But the kids need to get to bed and I need a reality check so up I go.