Keep on moving … Don’t stop like the hands of time

Written by on February 20, 2014 in BLOG, FAMILY, GRAMPS, THE MADNESS OF LAURA - 7 Comments

This week I heard a song on the radio and had a flashback.  A flashback to a funny old time in life, it was 1989, two years after my Mum had died. Soul II Soul – Keep on Movin’ …

My Dad had just got his new company car, a brand new Nissan Bluebird.  It was shiny white and had electric windows … a rare treat in the late eighties. We travelled to Scotland to visit my grandparents and all the way there we listened to Soul II Soul and George Michael’s Faith album.  I still know all the words to that Faith album, not sure whether to be proud of that or not.  It was shortly after the Lockerbie bombing and on our return we met my Aunt and Uncle at a forest near Lockerbie, for a walk. They told me that there may still be aircraft parts in the trees. I obviously believed them and spent the whole time looking up into the canopy for personal belongings.

When I shared my car/music flashback on Facebook my Dad managed to magic up the exact photo I associate with this time;

Nissan Bluebird

Apart from the fact I look like the double of my daughter I was ALL the cool, my entire outfit was from Tammy Girl, I had a big fringe and even bigger earrings. Those trousers have probably come back into fashion, but maybe aren’t supposed to be worn in such a high waisted ‘Simon Cowell’ style.

We had some adventures that year, a lot of them in a ‘bumbling trying to work out how life is supposed to be without Mum’ fashion.  A memorable adventure being a trip to Spain, where we stayed in our friend’s villa in Spain.  A place we’d previously been to with my Mum on a few occasions.  My Dad being my dad decided that we shouldn’t just lounge by the pool, instead we’d borrow a car and go on a road trip.  At our local bar run by two guys who used to make me lovely grenadine and soda drinks they told us they had a car we could borrow.

My Dad’s take on events is thus;

This has stirred a latent Nissan memory. Of the time you (aged 9 or 10) and me had a strange holiday at Mazarrón in Southern Spain. I ended up borrowing a Nissan from the gay blokes who owned the Bar Brittania. We drove to Albecette trying to avoid the traffic police as I had no paperwork whatsoever! It was a bit of a road trip with the windows open and the car leaking George Michael, Bros and Kylie.You may recall that you had a ‘Bros’ hair style and the air steward called you sonny!

My memory of it was that it was very hot. We cruised through Spain listening to Kylie Minogue and Bros – blasting it out of the open windows.  I can’t even remember where we went, although I have a memory of a hotel and an old lady with no teeth showing us to our room.  The thing I remember most is being next to my Dad in that car.

On ‘Dadventures’ I was his wingman/girl and I loved it.

7 Comments on "Keep on moving … Don’t stop like the hands of time"

  1. Met Mum February 21, 2014 at 11:41 pm · Reply

    Fantastic hairdo. Not so sure about the trousers – though I used to own an entire onesie in that print, professionally accessorised with an oversized belt. And yes, I still no the entire Faith album by heart. Xx

    • Laura - AWNTYM? March 7, 2014 at 9:48 pm · Reply

      Not sure about the trousers? They were the height of fashion! Glad someone else knows the entire Faith album by heart too xxx

  2. Gramps February 21, 2014 at 5:49 pm · Reply

    Yes, my wing woman. Funny times indeed.

    • Laura - AWNTYM? March 7, 2014 at 9:49 pm · Reply

      Ah, I have some fond memories of my times as your wing woman.

  3. Scope February 21, 2014 at 4:10 am · Reply

    Stop reading this comment now.

    No. Don’t read any further, it might upset you.

    Last warning.

    No really I mean it.

    I thought that was Macaulay Culkin leaning on the car for a second.

    • Laura - AWNTYM? March 7, 2014 at 9:48 pm · Reply

      You are soooooo bad Scope! Bit actually, now I take another look I SEE HIM TOO!

      • Scope March 9, 2014 at 7:45 pm · Reply

        At least you don’t look him now.

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