Subject: Knowing you, knowing me.

 


It’s been a wall to wall nostalgia, great singing, great musical arrangement, beautiful women dressed in body clinging cat suites, what more can a guy want. The pathos of their married lives, the drive of the guys, particularly Benny to wring the best out of this remarkable group, was on show with its highs and its lows the phenomenon of ABBA played out in our lives as we danced to their hits with such passion in the parties which bridged our lives from the 70s our love affairs our rejections all to the racy sound of “Dancing Queen”. The choreography was perfect, the story line of winning and loosing relevant in our own sing-along maturity. Knowing You Knowing Me.  The costumes, the men’s hair styles, and what do we read into the body language between the couples.
song writing, professionalism. Sheer class
If I have anything in common, we drove the classic Volvo 940
Winner takes it all.
Where did those years go, the passions, the complications, the hopes and fears, the disappointments and the small successes, mixed with the un fulfilled promises.
I suppose if we were privy to viewing our lives as a script we would be terrified to make a false step and yet our lives are cluttered with unintended steps.  Its these step which enrich our journey with intrigue. Would you dare to leave the security of the womb if you knew the pitfalls which await you, it’s the events and how we handle them that create our character and, if nothing else it’s our character, which is the unique imprint we leave behind.  How do we make that character work to sustain, in the minds of others, a smile of having known him or her. The imprint can be different to what others pick up in their interaction, since much depends on their background and the values they themselves hold which eventually develop into a very personal link and which, in its un-shakeable is the surety we seek