Don’t know if it was my mother reminiscing or watching the latest edition of X factor.
I sat in my chair thinking
I remember when…

“Good god I sound like my granddad”

“I’m not past it”
“I can still do it”
“I’m hip” (is that what they say nowadays)
“I can boogie”

Upstairs I went and found after a good rummage that box of goodies only for the eyes of someone who believes

Hmm “these should fit”
Pulling up the purple, satin finished flared trousers,

“Come on you buggers nearly there”
“A nappy pin should do”
“Maybe two nappy pins together” (diaper for those that don’t know)
“If I pull down my top no one will ever know”

“Hang on”
“Cramp!!!!”
Bugger…Bugger…Bugger… ahhhhh.

“Need a sit down”
“In fact a lay down may be needed”
zzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Isn’t it funny how your height shrinks, your neck gets wider, the waist line erupts but the feet remain the same (apart from the odd bunion)
I can still get into those black and white platform shoes,
It’s just my hip and knee that won’t like it

“Where’s my slippers”

Miles into the Birth of Cool and a different time to Take Five turned a Blue Note to Satisfaction, Like a Rolling Stone into a Purple Haze. 

Fun 'til it's done.  Well, even the Beatles broke up.  And so it was. 

But today I'll wear favorite faded skin-tight jeans, untuck a poka-dot shirt, and get a haircut tomorrow instead.