and Saturday mornings
are famous for reruns.
I got up nice and early,
to make the most of the sun
before it disappears again
and as I got my Pilates DVD ready
(which means I fast forward most of it)
I watched a bit of Charles in Charge.
And I really liked it.
Firstly Scott Baio circa 1986 is pretty cute
and I know it's a TV programme but
boy did he work for his nannying pay.
And the three kids had such nice normal problems
like fancying boys but not letting them know
and not telling people what you really mean.
Man he must be 50 now
Oooo not so good,
not bad but he looks like he needs a good meal.
Anyway back to nostalgia Saturday.
I remember years ago having an argument
with one of those people who argue for the sake of their ego.
The on-going argument was about whether it was woose or woosey.
As if it matters, which was my point
but this person,
who we will call Shirley H*y
cause that was her name
except she usually has a vowel in place of the asterisk.
Shirley H*y insisted it was woosey
and would use that word at every opportunity
to discribe someone who was a whimp,
or me.
And neither word applies to me.
Charles's lessons of being honest and telling people
what you think in a kind way
is not a problem for me.
On the side:
Does anyone remember the Whimpy Bar on Victoria Street, Hamilton?
I loved that place.
Even now my tummy remembers their strawberry sundaes
used a dipping sauce for their crisp fries.
Yum!
So this morning when the boy child on Charles in Charge,
who was dressed exactly like a the adult men
rather than how it is today
where the adult men dress exactly like teenage bois,
said he wasn't a woose
I felt totally vindicated.
I also discovered that the elder blondy girl in the programme
is a really bad actor but
I realised I got all my '80s fashion sense from her.
This morning she was in a peach baggy singlet top
with a white lace edged singlet underneath
with a peach double frilled mini-ish skirt.
She was well tanned in a glowing California kind of way.
You remember tans?!?!
She looked so healthy.
I also have to, need to comment
in men's trousers in the '80s.
I believe the style is still quite popular in the States.
Billowy khaki trousers.
(In NZ we say khar-key not the American kak-key,
which sounds like an explanation as to why the trousers are baggy).
Seriously you could fit another person in those trousers,
maybe that's the idea behind them.
Speaking of behinds.
Is it the trousers that make '80's men's butts
look all pert or did they all have buns of steel?
Either way they are seriously well pleated at the waist for roomy-ness.
Maybe there was serious problems with fertility in the '80s?
There has to be a reason for those trousers.
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