when we were fab.

absolutely, positively, psychotically love the akon remix of “wanna be startin’ somethin'”. which, as anyone who was young back in the days when mj was black and just plain creepy (as opposed to being certified) will remember, was right up there with “smooth criminal” and “give in to me”. (and those who disagree are welcome to moonwalk off this page at a stately speed.) 

all that ma-ma-say-ma-ma-sa-ing got me thinking about a whole lot of equally nostalgia tripworthy things that simply aren’t accessible anymore. in this incredibly age-revealing blog, let me tell you about:

1. buster, dandy, and beano: sublimely stupid british comics.

2. the william books, especially william and the brains trust.

3. flash, the other superhero in red tights. wore wings on his ears, and featured a hypercomplicated plotline involving, among other things, time travel and a wife named iris.

4. green lantern, not to be confused with green arrow or brainiac. quite literally unforgettable: in brightest day, in blackest night/ no evil shall escape my sight/ let those who worship evil’s might/ beware my power, green lantern’s light!

5. double decker chocolate bars. and caramello. and a vaguely squishy purple bar that i think was called plus, it’s so far back that i’ve forgotten.

6. phantom cigarettes (since the reprinted comics are now available all over the countryside).

7. mandrake, or he who gestures hypnotically.

8. top hits, that collection of song lyrics that was at the very apex of every schoolgirl’s must-have list.

9. the sun magazine, for its posters. also the old sportstar.

10. top of the pops on videotape, a one-stop source of bad fashion and worse lyrics. solely responsible for introducing me to the likes of t’pau, aztec camera, and bananarama.

i’m pretty certain there are more, but this list has made me happy enough. shall continue/ complete it soon.

when we were fab.

a sort of greatness to your lateness.

from four weddings. and certainly not true of me.

while i am pathologically late — to work, to movies, to flights, to meetings, etc. — there isn’t an ounce of greatness attached.

my friends have learnt to deal with it (where are you? at the signal!). my employers have spared no opportunity to pull me up for it. and my family lives in hope that it will change. 

i, as usual, have a completely different spin on it. i believe i come to things later in life than most. which is why i haven’t done so many things (from a. writing the great indian novel, to z. settling down) yet.

good explanation? well, i certainly think so.

a sort of greatness to your lateness.

september gurls, and other obscure 80s hits.

old story, but way back in college, one had figured a way to beat the hysteria and general manicness of new year’s eve. we simply rejigged the dates — by a couple of months.

consequently, new year’s eve was the last day of august, and new year, september 1. so we would get all the stressing about what to wear, and where to go, neatly out of the way — and smile calmly through the december-end mayhem that the rest of the world put itself though.

these days, of course, the new year is just another opportunity to demonstrate one’s grownupness. semi-democratic discussions of venue that could teach the united nations a thing or two. flights and hotel reservations made months in advance. wedding-planner-level co-ordination to ensure that everyone shows up, preferably looking fabulous. 

shame how things change. though, if they didn’t, we’d probably be blind to their former brilliance.

or maybe we’re just in the worst time zone of the universe. and everything ‘former’ is brilliant.

september gurls, and other obscure 80s hits.