Today I braved the shops in an attempt to start my Christmas shopping. Was I successful? NO! I was mainly trying to get inspiration for presents but even when I saw something I liked, the queues were so long that I was deterred from actually buying anything.
I do like Christmas and I can accept the commercialisation (although I hate it) but I don’t have the patience for shopping in crowded conditions. And can you tell me why people just stop still at the top of escalators? How annoying is that? I almost bowled someone over because they stopped, but I couldn’t. But they then had the cheek to glare at me as it I was the one at fault. Jeez ….
I didn’t encounter too much in the way of seasonal music on my shopping expedition which actually disappointed me. I do like to hear some jolly music when I am being squeezed to death by too many people in a confined space!
But the city centre was lit up with Christmas lights and the Christmas Tree in City Square looked lovely with the lights twinkling beguiling. I’m glad it’s Christmas time but slightly relieved that it only comes but once a year!!!
At some point in my life I stopped enjoying listening to music. I am not sure when that happened. It’s not that we don’t have music playing at home. My husband loves classical, 50s, 60s, and 70s music. He is always playing something – often very loudly! My daughter also listens to music loudly. However, I much prefer to listen to the spoken word, either a radio programme or an audio book. I do have a fair knowledge about music but it’s just not my first choice to listen to. It was all so different when I was a child growing up into a teenager. I have memories of the pirate radio ships – Radio Caroline and Radio London. I listened regularly to Radio Luxembourg (with the added excitement of never knowing when the signal would fade!). We always listened to (and taped) the chart show on Radio 1 and watched Top of The Pops with a religious fervour. It seemed so important to know what was number one. You were nobody if you couldn’t list the top 10. Copies of NME were read and consumed. Fab 208 was delivered by the newsagent and devoured from cover to cover. I even went to concerts! But at some point, that interest in music faded. I will occasionally get up and dance at a party or wedding but on the whole I leave the music listening to other family members. Is this normal? Am I alone in this? Most of my friends talk endlessly about the new groups they have discovered, concerts they have either been to or the ones they have bought tickets for in the future. Their excitement is foreign to me and I am sure they just think I’m an old fogey who has no longer has any enjoyment for life!