Deja Vu

I was sitting in the front row waiting for a contest to start, and this older Greek lady plonked herself down next to me.  She resisted all attempts to be moved by her family.  She said, I want to see my darling, and this is the best place.  I watched his father from here and now I will watch my darling from here.

This is "Her Darling" getting first place in one of the many classes - she teared up and was so proud of him. 

I heard the name, and realised with a bit of a shock that we actually filmed the boy's father at his first show, too.  I did the math, and it was thirty years ago.

Geez, how time flies - and what are we doing?  How come we are filming a second generation of South Australian bodybuilders?

I think I want to retire.