Music Played11 items
Steve Miller Band Rock 'n Me
Driving Rock (Various Artists), Global Records & Tapes
Taylor Swift The Story Of Us
Speak Now, Mercury
The Beatles Hello Goodbye
The Beatles - 1, Apple, 7
Barry White Let The Music Play
Barry White - The Collection, Mercury
Was (Not Was), Ozzy Osbourne & Kim Basinger Shake Your Head
(CD Single), Fontana
Roxette She's Got Nothing On (But The Radio)
(CD Single), EMI, 1
Georgie Fame & The Blue Flames Yeh Yeh
20 Beat Classics, Polydor
The Pioneers Let Your Yeah Be Yeah
Young Gifted & Black (Various), Trojan
Cee Lo Green Bright Lights Bigger City
(CD Single), Warner Bros, 1
David Cassidy How Can I Be Sure
70's Number Ones Vol 3, Old Gold, 4
George Benson Breezin'
George Benson - Midnight Moods, Telstar
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Confession: Darling, I'm Home...
A few years ago, I was living with my boyfriend in a top-floor flat
which shared a small private landing with the flat opposite. Due to
the shape of the stairwell, the door was not visible from anywhere but
this landing. Neither we, nor the elderly chap opposite, ever really
At that time my boyfriend was working abroad for two weeks out of four and on this particular evening, as was his habit, he had phoned me from the airport to tell me that he would be home soon. As I had been busy with some flowerpots on the balcony, I was a bit grubby and so hopped in the shower, thinking I should have just about enough time before he got back.
I had just begun washing my hair when the doorbell went. It would not have been the first time that my boyfriend had forgotten to take his keys with him, so I hopped out of the shower and threw open the door, expecting to see my forgetful partner and give him a good-natured telling off. It was, as I'm sure you're expecting by now, not him. It was, in fact, given my state of undress, the most unsuitable visitor you could possibly imagine - an elderly Jehovah's Witness, Watchtower in hand, who greeted me with something along the lines of "Hello, have you thought about AAAARGH!" with an expression that indicated that he had probably never seen a naked woman before, and that he'd really rather never see one again.
He disappeared off down the stairs at quite a rate, and, part way
down, let out another horrified cry. I could hear a thumping from the
stairwell, and so assumed that this, now, would be my boyfriend,
lugging his suitcase and, possibly, wearing a rather tasteless
t-shirt which had cause futher offence to the beleagured religious chap. There didn't seem to be any point going back indoors for the
30 seconds it would take him to make it up the last flight of stairs, so I waited, still naked, dripping shampoo.
Unfortunately, the thumping noise wasn't my boyfriend either - it was the gentleman from the flat opposite, dragging a tartan shopping trolley with a missing wheel, and, to my surprise, revealing a side to him which I had previously not seen - wearing a green skirt-suit and a wig. I was so surprised by this - something I suppose explains the second shout from the stairs - that I didn't immediately close the door.
I have already been forgiven by my boyfriend for the rather frosty
reception he got when he finally did get home, having been stuck in
traffic for half an hour, so I would like to seek forgiveness not so
much from the Jehovah's Witness, because as my Gran used to say "If you can see more than God made, throw your hat at it", but from the chap from the flat opposite, who was probably rather embarrassed by my suggesting that if he was going to wear sheer tights, he really ought to shave his legs.