Grease! It's electrifying!
Our family has a long association with "Grease". I am talking here of the film about teenage angst in High School starring a snake-hipped John
Travolta and a sweet Olivia Newton-John who managed to turn herself into a leather-clad sexy siren in the final scene. You must know the one I mean?
I still remember a particular party to celebrate the Middle
of the Darling Daughters' birthday when the hype around the film was at its height. We played the record (yes, dear reader, no CDs or downloading in those days. The only downloading that was done was by fork lift trucks) over and over again and nobody grew
tired of it. The other thing I remember about that party was that the Birthday Girl injured herself (I can't quite recall what and how) so we had to call the family doctor in. He successfully manoeuvred himself among the dancers and the sprawled bodies relaxing
on the carpet between dances, completely unfazed by it all. He was, of course, a family friend (oh, those were the days!) and had youngsters of his own about the same age as ours, so he was probably used to it at home. He also tended the wounded one and pronounced
her fit to groove again.
Over the years, no family party has been complete without the ceremonial playing of the Grease Megamix. This starts with Greased Lightning and finishes up with a soulful rendition
of Summer Loving. The gals all line up on one side and the fellas on the other. There are always many more gals than fellas but there are a few stalwarts among the guys whom I like think I can rely upon to sing along and go through all the (occasionally doubtful)
actions with My Boy leading the way.
My son-in-law, husband to the Youngest of the Darling Daughters, has told me on many occasions that I am "tribal". I take
this as a compliment, as meaning that family is everything to me - but it could, just as likely, be the opposite. This particular son-in-law likes to march to his own drum beat - in other words, he enjoys being contrary and can always, but always, come up
with an alternative argument to any opinion. He is the same with everyone so I don't take it personally; in fact, should he start treating me with the respect to which some would say a mother-in-law is entitled and I would be seriously worried that our Beautiful
Relationship was failing.
His ambition is to see the day when everyone at one of our family parties is in the kitchen (aka the bar), while just a few sad souls
are in the living room dancing to the Grease Megamix. By "few sad souls" I think he means my sister Maggie and me...
At present, though, I think I am winning the Grease battle. At the last family
party his own son lined up with the fellas. It might change over time, I suppose, and Jack may yet go over to the dark side with his Dad - but not for a while at least. Certainly not when he and sister Hazel have leading roles in the Limelight Theatre Group's
half term production of "Grease". Guess who is Sandy!? If you live anywhere near Basingstoke and fancy a half term treat - Grease is the word!
Like our performances
of the Grease Megamix at every family party, it's going to be, well, electrifying!