I should learn to trust my instincts

Let me start off by saying that I do not ever watch - nor do I condone ever watching - Dancing With The Stars. 

This is one of the most repulsive, pathetic, embarrassing, tremendously upsetting shows of. all. time. 

However, I did somehow end up watching 10 minutes of it tonight. 

It was an accident.  I swear.  I got bored flipping channels and I'd already watched all my pre-recorded shows (Ellen, Big Bang). 

So I got stuck watching what I thought would be at least tolerable, if not mildly entertaining (in a I-have-low-expectations kind of way).   

Well, it started out badly, to say the least. 

The first guy should so NOT have been dancing (if you can even call it dancing).  Not only was he flailing and stomping around the stage like a drunk giraffe, but he was doing it with a hooker-looking girl wearing a black bra and red ruffly underwear with big hair and more red lipstick than should ever be concentrated in one place. 



*Uhhhg*  Gross. 

And then it got worse. 

Some cute young guy (dancing with yet another little blond thing) said he didn't know how to be "charming".  

No, I don't know his name. 

Romanticism, he said, was out of his realm of understanding because, quote: he was "born in the 90s, man."   

Born in the 90s?!  What the eff. 

It was at about this moment that I covered my face and lowered my head, wishing that I had known better than to watch this show in the first place.  Seriously. 

Hubby:  "That hits you hard, eh?"
Me:  "F-ck."
Hubby:  "When somebody you think might be around your age says they were born in the 90s, that sucks."
Me:  "Oh my god..."
Hubby:  "That means he has to be at least 6 years younger than us."
Me:  "He could have been born in 1999.  He could be 12 years old."

And that is why you should never succumb to your laziness and end up watching Dancing With The Stars. 

Apparently, Hubby's alternative television programme is a much better choice. 

The Jersey Shore. 

Yeah. 

Not kidding. 

Someone save me. 

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Somebody get me a time machine

Sometimes you just want to live in the past. 

You might wish you were 10 years old again, when your only problem was your sixth grade love triangle. 

Or, you may wish you were living in an entirely different time altogether.  Maybe hang out in the 1920s with a flapper, sit in the local underground pub, down some hooch, and dance to the tunes of a gramophone.  That'd be the cat's meow. 

And if you grew up during the era of The Beatles, you'd probably wish you could go back to that time and bask in the glow of the yellow submarine.  And even if you didn't grow up during Beatle Mania, you might wish you had. 

What an amazing time.  What a revolution.  Musically, and socially.  [Imagine all the people, living life in peace.] 

And let's be honest, there were all those great drugs too.  [Toe jam football.]

Well, last night we had a blast from the past.  We went to see a Beatles tribute band - The Caverners - and it was effing brilliant.  [Ob La Di, Ob La Da]

These guys had the whole vibe perfected.  From Ringo's grin and Lennon's long hair, to Paul's voice and George's electric guitar.  If you closed your eyes, you'd think: "Hey!  It's The Beatles!"  and if you opened your eyes, you'd think: "Holy f-ck, god save me, Lennon's ALIVE!"

They were so good.  I can't even explain it.  These guys made me wish John, Paul, George, and Ringo would come back and kick that little Beiber shithead's ass. 

I've always loved The Beatles, but last night's show shot my admiration to new levels.  [Limitless undying love which shines around me like a million suns.]

It made me wish I'd been there, in February 1964 when Ed Sullivan brought these adorable young men to North America...

...and then in the following years when they influenced and inspired a generation.



I wish I was part of that generation. 

Even now, those songs inspire me.  Bring me joy and make me smile.  [Little darling, it's been a long cold and lonely winter.]

These songs speak to me. 

When I was younger, so much younger than today
I never needed anybody's help in any way
But now these days are gone, I'm not so self assured
Now I find I've changed my mind and opened up the doors
Help me if you can, I'm feeling down
And I do appreciate you being round
Help me, get my feet back on the ground
Won't you please, please help me, help me

And I wish I'd been there to experience it first hand - the giddiness, and hysterical crying fits, and the freedom - and wishing I knew what it was like to be of my mother's generation, sitting watching this tribute band 40 years later and really, truly knowing exactly what it was like. 




This was taken about 30 seconds before we burst into tears and rushed the stage. 

 

Just call me Penny Lane.

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