Love Generation

Today while I was digging one of the most anticipated perks of the life of a casual teacher, interruptions that give you time just to hang with the tackers rather than the simple grind that makes you feel like a dictator at the head of a brutal regime, I was hit with a powerful twang of nostalgia. The timely break to the students normal schedule came in the form of a modern dance class, where some dancing dudes played some contemporary pop songs and fang around doing some seemingly simple moves that allow some tiny uncoordinated dudes the chance to get involved.

About halfway through the lesson they popped on a song that really took my mind back to better times. When the familiar introduction of whistling and the musical ascension to the crescendo of "love generation" came flooding into my ear drums my brain began to conjure up a plethora of mental images that involved Wednesday night glasshouse, a bunch of mates, three dollar pints, free pizza, babes and some frigging good times with the inhabitants of the club losing their collective mind on the upstairs dancefloor. As the song reached its final little whistling section of glory I realized that today was indeed a Wednesday and at the same time about 4 years prior i would be sending all kinds of messages getting my mates and potential babes involved and i seriously started to feel a little bit of welling behind the old eye balls when i came to the sudden realization that life would never again be that simple. Dreamy times.