Listening to Sweet on a stereo,
or anything without an I- in front.
Reading a split-spined Spillane
instead of Kafka on a Kindle.
Prawn cocktail in avocado,
steak and chips, the two Blacks:
Forest Gateau and Tower,
instead of asian fusion cuisine
with ingredients from fair-trade sources.
Realising -like Robbie- that
it's not so bad
that I'm now my dad.

Comments
insertponceyfre... | January 29, 2010 - 11:32
how can anyone like black forest gateau? You must have made that up. It is a joke cake
WilkyBarKid | January 29, 2010 - 12:49
I think that's Ewan's point: the joy of the naff.
I used to secretly like Sweet too. A decent heavy metal band lumbered with a camp image.
Personally, I'm entering the next phase and turning into my grandad.
Ewan | January 29, 2010 - 13:48
It is about the joy of the naff: about how we (I, you, society if you like) look down on what people like. I do it all the time, but what right have I got to do that? I thought I was the bee´s knees the first time I bought a girlfriend dinner in the Berni Inn. We had all those things to eat, it´s not what I´d choose now, but it doesn´t make the memory any less cherished, just slightly embarrassing. Like Sweet.Or enjoying reading Mickey Spillane.
tcook | January 29, 2010 - 14:21
Mine is Heinz Salad Cream!
Tornado | January 29, 2010 - 15:44
Good ending.
Mine: sneaking a sip of the pickle juice right from the jar when no one is looking.
Christine | January 30, 2010 - 17:55
I used to love black forest gateau with ice cream and I live in fear of turning in to my father (even being a girl doesn't lessen the fear). Anyone remember Lemon Curd - such a treat!
Didn't know you were so prolific Ewan. So much writing.
Ewan | January 31, 2010 - 08:56
"Never mind the quality, feel the width". :-)
niki72 | January 31, 2010 - 14:28
Prawn cocktail. My favourite. Or even an Iceland Prawn Ring- even better.