Silver wings
Shining in the sunlight
Roaring engines
Headed somewhere in flight
They’re taking you away
And leaving me lonely
Silver wings
Slowly fading out of sight
Don’t leave me, I cried
Don’t take that airplane ride
But you locked me out of your mind
And left me standing here behind
Silver wings
Shining in the sunlight
Roaring engines
Headed somewhere in flight
They’re taking you away
And leaving me lonely
Silver wings
Slowly fading out of sight
Silver wings
Shining in the sunlight
Roaring engines
Headed somewhere in flight
They’re taking you away
And leaving me lonely
Silver wings
Slowly fading out of sight
Slowly fading out of sight
Songwriters: Merle Haggard
Jem You may laugh at those girls quotes but I bet some of those all brawn and no brain Charles Atlas contestants could have given them a verbal run for their money
Most holiday Camps had Beauty Contest which holidaying teenagers would enter if they had the nerve or who had been dared.
Even after stuffing half a roll of cotton wool down the lovingly knitted swimsuit front to enhance the much needed curves, we were well aware of those other more glossy competitors who were far more endowed with everything better we had, whose pushy Mothers would drag them round the camps and venues convinced they had given birth to the next 'Miss World and would cheerfully claw aside any potential flesh that got in their daughters way
Whilst we could dream, we knew we hadn’t got a cat in hells chance of a crown as most of the faded and jaded so called celebrities who judged these fiasco’s, mostly half cut and looking for a sly feel knew most of the mothers and equally knew what there judging placements were worth on the circuit. They were never quite that drunk.
All was usually pretty well fixed for the circuit trotters until a pretty outsider on a works outing would occasionally defy the odds by becoming the crowds favourite …usually egged on by her workmates… and it was made clear there would be a celebrity lynching if a place was not given to her.
That for us was true victory and one we mere mortals could share in and cheer loudly, for her once in a lifetime moment of glory.
Loved that post Solo, ah! the things the young ones got up to.
I’m sure the girls had a whole bag of tricks to enhance their chances with the fellas as well, don’t forget that in those days when you bought the package and were disappointed with the contents you were stuck with it.
:-D.Those packages mostly came gift wrapped and more often than not we got an awful shock on our wedding night when the ribbon and fancy paper was torn off to reveal…but as you say we were stuck with it so you folded the ribbon and fancy paper, put it away in a memory drawer and made do with the package. As for the box it came in, you kicked that under the bed
Read an article this week that 7,000 of us Britons are still watching Black and White TV.
Good for them I say and it has to be said there was far better viewing in the old B/W days plus by the time you have flicked through the hundreds of programmes you could watch today it’s time to go to bed anyway and I do miss that dot slowly disappearing when you turned of the telly.
Nowadays they waste the first 5 minutes of most programmes, showing clips of what is to be shown later then getting half way through a story and saying we will return later to find out what happened next! What is all that about.
Comedies were funnier, serious stuff had us on the edge of our sofas hiding behind a cushion with gore being left to your imagination and the Beebs Nine news which glued us all to the TV was just that with no renta a gob politician or celebs banging on to spoil the days offerings.
Those were the days when you really had to be quick making that ad break cuppa bacause with todays ad breaks you have time to make the bed, decorate the down stair loo and whip up a laate or two.
