Bloody Joan Jett!
Is it just me or does everyone want another turn at the 1980’s?
I told you the other day, I turned 12 in 1980 and had my 21st in 1989, so I feel like I own the 1980’s – it is my decade.
It’s been a bit of an eighties week at 92.7 Mix fm…we’ve been trolling through songs as the votes rolled in for the ugly 80's and absolutely every one of them means something to me…
Joan Jett got a few votes – and transported me straight back to the August school holidays of 1982, when my mum and dad’s caravan park was full to the brim…
I was crazy in love with Sean Keys… a blonde haired blue eyed Perth boy who I think I loved for about four years!!!
Anyway, one particular day when my friends Marnie and Susan and I were hanging out in the on site van mum and dad let us stay in, Sean’s friend Wayne knocked on the door of our ancient Millard and asked Marnie to go outside with him.
Wayne was a special envoy for Sean, apparently. He asked Marn if she was sure I liked Sean. If she had any proof.
Marn was emphatic, in fact, (being the GREAT friend that she is) she explained I had been on the trampoline that very day singing, “I love Sean Keys, so put another dime in the duke box baby…”
Wayne was very pleased with the information (you bet he was!!) and Marn was very equally pleased with herself! She told me excitedly that she had sorted it, we were good to go! The plan was to meet at the barbeque’s that night and you never know, I might be about to have my first ever pash with SEAN KEYS!!!!….
I was so excited (flicked my flicks a little more flicky, donned the white court shoes) that night….and we headed for the bbqs!
And what do we hear? Over the din of aluminium plates being washed in camp buckets? Over the rumble of fisherman chatting away as they scaled their catch over a beer? Over the screech of mothers’ trying to round up dirty kids and herd them toward the ablutions blocks? We hear 10 fourteen year old boys howling “I love Sean Keys…so put another….(hilarious laughter..)” You get the picture….
I don’t think I have ever been more embarrassed in my life. Seriously. So I turned and went home. No holiday pash for me. Bloody Joan Jett. xx
I told you the other day, I turned 12 in 1980 and had my 21st in 1989, so I feel like I own the 1980’s – it is my decade.
It’s been a bit of an eighties week at 92.7 Mix fm…we’ve been trolling through songs as the votes rolled in for the ugly 80's and absolutely every one of them means something to me…
Joan Jett got a few votes – and transported me straight back to the August school holidays of 1982, when my mum and dad’s caravan park was full to the brim…
I was crazy in love with Sean Keys… a blonde haired blue eyed Perth boy who I think I loved for about four years!!!
Anyway, one particular day when my friends Marnie and Susan and I were hanging out in the on site van mum and dad let us stay in, Sean’s friend Wayne knocked on the door of our ancient Millard and asked Marnie to go outside with him.
Wayne was a special envoy for Sean, apparently. He asked Marn if she was sure I liked Sean. If she had any proof.
Marn was emphatic, in fact, (being the GREAT friend that she is) she explained I had been on the trampoline that very day singing, “I love Sean Keys, so put another dime in the duke box baby…”
Wayne was very pleased with the information (you bet he was!!) and Marn was very equally pleased with herself! She told me excitedly that she had sorted it, we were good to go! The plan was to meet at the barbeque’s that night and you never know, I might be about to have my first ever pash with SEAN KEYS!!!!….
I was so excited (flicked my flicks a little more flicky, donned the white court shoes) that night….and we headed for the bbqs!
And what do we hear? Over the din of aluminium plates being washed in camp buckets? Over the rumble of fisherman chatting away as they scaled their catch over a beer? Over the screech of mothers’ trying to round up dirty kids and herd them toward the ablutions blocks? We hear 10 fourteen year old boys howling “I love Sean Keys…so put another….(hilarious laughter..)” You get the picture….
I don’t think I have ever been more embarrassed in my life. Seriously. So I turned and went home. No holiday pash for me. Bloody Joan Jett. xx
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