I have a secret, it is a bit of a guilty one.
I try and hide it but unless I avoid all radio, tv and shopping malls it is pretty impossible.
So I am going to share it….
When One Direction’s songs start to play I just want to boogie. A strange sensation comes over me and I lose all control over my body and I just start busting out some moves. Problem is I dance like my Dad; and my dad ain’t known for his disco steps.
I dont let this stop me.
Take today, I was cruising along the residential area, two six year old girls (one mine, one a friend) and BB were safely strapped in the back and suddenly the all familiar cords began to pulse through Heart FM. I forgot myself; for a moment I wasnt a mother to three who was performing weekend chauffeur duties, I wasnt driving a car that still has a tape deck. Instead I was twenty three, driving a soft top along the sea front, I was a size eight and feck it I was living while I was young.
As I tossed my arms around the car pumping my fists to the beat I ignored the mortified expression from my daughter, as I crooned out the lyrics in perfect harmony I didnt even notice that BB had buried her ears behind her hands but when my daughters friend cried out mid chorus ‘Mrs Blackmore, Mrs Blackmore’ I felt I had to pay attention so turning down the boys just slightly I answered ‘yes?’
‘Do you remember being young?’
My thirty five year old size sixteen arse fell onto my hard top car’s seat with a thump.
I switched to Radio Four.