There's A Reason for The Sunshine Sky

This morning as Si and I went about our Saturday business..... him tidying up the Scout Hall after a "Scouts Out for Summer" night at the Scout hall, and me - bimbling around the town oooh'ing and ahh'ing in our designer, bespoke shops -(this is the truth, I read it in the manual); we then met at the cross, and headed to (a) Yummy Things for Home baked bread, (b) the Butchers for Spiced Beef Ham, and Slice and (c) Lido for pancakes, bacon and syrup and a milky coffee. 

As we turned the corner together, and did the obligatory split to allow on comers to walk without splitting, one of the two chaps passing nodded and said "hello", to me.  

It was one of those moments, when I recognised the face, said hello, and let it slip - I knew the face but couldn't put a name to it.  

Later on, after the milky coffee and pancakes, and the weekly shop, alongside a rather raucous passing through the tills, due to their being Scouts bag packing, we drove in the car to the "Sounds of the Seventies", and this song came on; and it dawned on me who said hello. 

W.  was a boyfriend of my sisters.  She worked on a Saturday and me and my pal, whilst browsing the town (much in the same way I was browsing today), would often bump into W and his mate D.  D was a heavy rock fiend, and performed the air guitar move favoured by Bill and Ted long before Bill and Ted existed - but to the tune of "da nana na na" as opposed to the Reeeeeeeeeeeee of Bill and Ted. 

W and D and J and Me would sometimes go to Togs, drink coke from chilled glass bottles, laugh about the misfortune of motherwell, and typically drift to Speed Records.  So called because of the "speed" of records, and nothing whatsoever to do with the Mushroom logo above and around the name.   That's what I thought any ways. 

W was a great persuader and insisted that my love of all things Bay City Rollers, and Dead End Kids was wrong in any number of ways And I must learn to appreciate "music".   It was to the end I found myself leaving Speed with a Bellamy Brother LP and a Sutherland Brothers and Quiver album and instructions to listen hard to them, and understand that this was music, and not the pure pish that emitted from the Bay City Rollers. 

:-)  

Pah ha ha ha

I'm surprised he recognised me now: I didn't have my Tartan Trewsers on!