One step closer to raving on a commode chair…
When I was in my 20’s I had a great group of friends - six guys and a couple of girls - who I got up to all sorts with. I adopted them from an ex boyfriend who moved abroad and left them with me like a bunch of homeless strays!
We went clubbing at weekends, and on weeknights they’d come to my house (I was the only one who didn’t still live with my parents!) to listen to music and generally talk nonsense.
It was the early 90’s and everyone had their prized pirate home-burned CD’s from DJ sets by Paul Oakenfold, Sasha and Digweed, Pete Tong, Carl Cox and the like. When someone got hold of something new or cutting edge it felt like a real trophy to have a copy of it.
At the time, we thought we were immensely cool, and we joked at how we’d all be listening to the same stuff when we were in an old people’s home together, cutting shapes on our commode chairs.
It seemed hilarious at the time, imagining ourselves as grandparents - all grey, hunched over and fragile and still enjoying a banging DJ set!
I was reminded of those times when I was talking to a client who joked that she was going to see Fatboy Slim at a “Middle Aged Rave”.
Brilliant!
I told her Kev and I were off to see Groove Armada in Bristol that week and we definitely strutted our funky stuff…
…I can’t believe how quickly the time has passed between joking about being a Raver Granny to actually being one!
Time really does fly, especially when you’re busy, so my tip for you is remember to enjoy the journey.
Life can feel very serious at times, but one thing’s for sure - if you’re lucky enough to get to old age, you certainly won’t be wishing you’d spent more time in the office.