Marion Ryan says:
Well how spooky is that? I was driving home from somewhere last Sunday, singing along to a song on a CD compilation of very old songs. What was the song? "Young Girl" by Gary Puckett and the Union Gap! You'd have to be a Gorgeous Forty to remember when that came out.
Suddenly I realised I was crying and God, it felt good. It made me wonder what songs other Gorgeous Forties remember with such fondness that hearing them again after so many years would make them cry.
And the spooky bit was Jane Tilton blogging the very next day about Desert Island Discs (see below) which requires the week's guest to choose their top eight pieces of music (and books, Jane?) and Claire Raikes picking up on the idea and wanting to share her favourites too.
So how great would it be to share, perhaps, what we'd take to a desert island with us - our top 5 books, top 5 pieces of music and our one luxury item...
Not sure how easy it is for someone who's lived for almost half a century to cherry pick such a small selection but without stopping to deliberate too much here goes with my first five selections, 3 books and 2 pieces of music:
- The Happy Prince - Oscar Wilde. Doesn't matter how many times I read this story, it makes me sob my heart out each and every time
- Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte. Rochester puts every other hero in the shade though Jack Bauer (24) aka Kiefer Sutherland comes a close second. Lucky old Jane, that's all I say.
- Feel the Fear and Do It Anyway - Susan Jeffers. Such an easy-to-read and well justified classic in the personal development world from one of the few 'gurus' I've met and chatted to.
- Be - from the soundtrack of Jonathon Livingstone Seagull; Neil Diamond. Years since I listened to it but I can hear the music in my head as clearly now as ever
- I'll Be There for You - Bon Jovi. Brings back very happy memories of a love affair with the only ex I ever dream about (even though he was the wrong guy for me).
I'll have to complete this list at a later date, phew, it's a lot harder than I realised.
And as for the luxury... well, it's really no contest and no apologies for being a crashing bore but it would absolument have to be my laptop. Though it's hardly a luxury, more like an essential extension of my body.
C'mon Claire and others - share your desert island takeaways!
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