Risky Business

My Dear Fellow,

"Flashdance" is on the telly. If you've never seen it, Er Indoors once referred to the film "Rocky" as "Flashdance, but for boys". So that should give you some idea. 

I don't think I've ever properly seen it but still it feels very familiar because I am from the 1980's. I used to watch "Fame" every week and I went to see "Footloose" at the pictures THREE times.

In my defence, there wasn't much else to do in Scarborough on the off-season other than hang out with Kevin Bacon.

Crikey. According to this film we were breaking out into body-popping and electric boogaloo every 5 minutes back in the day. All it takes is for someone to put down a bit of cardboard and there's some berk or other doing the Moonwalk. I'm sure I would have remembered.

Good heavens - Jennifer Beals just did the Houdini-bra thing. I seem to remember this being a big deal at the time, inspiring women everywhere to produce underwear from all over the place, like some weird cross between a tuxdeo magician and the knicker department of M&S. Just to be clear, I won't be attempting to yank my shreddies out of a pant leg later. I'd probably just hurt myself.

Regardless of the above, Er Indoors is into the movie and I'm happy enough as well. I'm thinking we may go full-on 80's later and I could put on "The Breakfast Club" or "Beverly Hills Cop". 

Or - heck with it - perhaps I will throw caution to the wind and put on "Top Gun" although the volley-ball scene does odd things to Er Indoors. She loves Tom Cruise to this day, despite his bonkersness.

Or maybe we should shoot backwards to the 70's and put on "Saturday Night Fever". Although, again - young Travolta makes Er Indoors come over all unnecessary.

"Midsomer Murders" it is.

El P.