Mr B and I are watching Jeff Lynne's ELO at Glastonbury.
No, don't be silly, we are not actually there, in our wellies, in the mud. We have reached a Great Age and if
we ever managed to crawl inside a sleeping bag, in a tent, chances are we would never manage to extricate ourselves without calling in the Fire Brigade. Which would be ever so, well, embarrassing.
me wrong, I would quite like to be the Glastonbury Type. I just need the wellie boots (a la Paddington?) the tent - and more bendy knees.
No, we are replaying ELO's contribution to the great festival on TV
in the comfort of our living room. We are both wearing slippers rather than Wellington boots. I am willing to bet we are not the only ones. Years ago, when ELO were in their heyday, we used to sing along to their records while driving on our way to my Little
Sister's home, knowing for certain sure that when we arrived Mr Blue Sky would be blaring out on the radiogram (remember them?!) for the enjoyment of all the neighbours.
At Glastonbury Jeff Lynne announced
the next song to be played would be "an old boiler." Well, it might have been an old boiler to some - but it also happened to be my favourite: "Wild West Hero."
Now, I need to ask you this - when you have
a favourite song of your own, how often is it that the fact that it happens to be your favourite is due to some strange connection, known only to you? Or is it just me? I do hope not - but let me explain.
West Hero includes the line "I'd be the Indians' friend.." Every time I hear it, I am transported back to the time when the Youngest of the Darling Daughters was about six or seven years old. I was flipping through her school exercise book on Open Day when
I came across this impassioned plea: "I would be the Indians' friend," she had written, "I would not throw bow arrows at them." To which her teacher had written, in cutting red letters below: "This is not what we were talking about. See me..."
I have no idea what that was all about and how it was resolved between teacher and pupil. But every time I hear Wild West Hero, I remember my little daughter with her quiet but fiercely determined sense of fairness and injustice.
She is, of course, just the same today. I wouldn't have it any other way.
Thanks to Jeff Lynne and Glastonbury for reminding me.