slow dance

Another Kilburn blogmeet last night, attented by the usual suspects (myself and Marcia), plus our latest recruit David. Amongst the many subjects up for debate was teenage slowdancing. Remember? A school party, a two litre bottle of cheap cider, and the chance to fumble ungracefully with the object of your adolescent desire at the end of the evening. Mine was Cindy Petry, a beautiful (if unaturally proportioned) brunette. Finally there was the music… awful, sappy, romantic ballads. The three that stick in my memory are:

  • Adrian Gurvitz — Classic
  • Chicago — If You Leave Me Now
  • 10CC — I’m Not In Love

Nowadays that music makes me shudder, but Cindy Petry, where are you? I miss the dancing…