Eighties Revisited

Eighties, the decade of decadence. The decade of carefree joys. I was there, and I was young. And I revisited it these last few days. It all started with me being cooped up in the project room with two colleagues who are also good friends, one young and one not so young, and the need to release the tension in the air. And the thousand plus mp3 collection in my laptop, which is made up of a considerable number of songs from that era. From the famous ones (think Wham, Culture Club) to really obscure ones like Candy Flip (ever heard of that one? :) ). So I cranked up the volume and started playing the songs. My not-so-young colleague just flipped and started guffawing, I could almost see her in her younger days with leggings and pink plastic earrings oh-so-chic those days (metallic blue eye shadow too?). My young colleague was like 'huh? Who is that?'. And me the storyteller began to tell the stories of old. It didn't feel old. It felt so recent. And I felt young, for a minute. And tension dissipated from the air. For me at least. Especially when we (well, me and my not-so-young colleague at least) started to sing along to Samantha Fox's Touch Me, complete with the ah..ah..ah sound, you know what I mean. Much to the amusement of my young colleague. There goes my reputation as the team lead. Face it Nikki, I was young once. :)

...This is the night

This is the night

This is the time we’ve got to get it right(this is the night)

Touch me, touch me

I want to feel your body

Your heart beat next to mine(this is the night)

Touch me, touch me now...

Samantha Fox - Touch Me

(and I wonder whatever happened to her? And her big assets!)