My then girlfriend had just bought the EP with You Didn't Have to be so nice and Younger Girl on. Arrived at her place after celebrating England's World Cup win and dancing around with her mother, drinking wine (an exotic thing indeed for a 16 year old to be drinking then) and listening to the Spoonful. Her mother, bless her, always used to give me 20 Kensitas so her daughter wasn't smoking all myfags. Had been to Spencer Davis that night, missed most of them due to being in bar. The two previous weeks had been to see The Small Faces and The Who. Being a 16 year old was more fun back then, out enjoying yourself instead of stuck inside interacting on social media. I'm welling up myself.
Some younger folk used to seeing Ellis impersonators doing him in his Vegas days assume he was always crap. That ain't the case. My eldest lad came in one night years ago when this one was on and said "Is that the bloke who was in all those crap movies? Bloody hell, he was pretty good, wasn't he?"
How the hell do you two remember what records your birds played decades ago, I can't even remember what the birds I used to see were called?
I am sure you would remember the night England won the World Cup? Even if you were as legless as I was that night. Worryingly, the first sign of the onset of dementia is not remembering recent things but recalling those from years ago. I can name most of Bridlington Town's side from 1960, City's from 1970 but struggle with City from 2000. My mum, bless her, could recall her date of birth, in 1921, her national insurance number, things from her schooldays and the 1930s and 1940s with great clarity. Right up to the grandkids and when they were born.But used to ring me up 7 or 8 times a day, not recalling she had rung me about the same thing 10 minutes ago. "Fortunately" a stroke meant she passed away a few months later at age 90 and we didn't have to witness any further deterioration. Seriously, hope it doesn't happen to me.
