Day 8 - A song you know all the words to

It's weird how you remember the words to songs, songs you'd almost forgotten and then you hear them again and can sing along, some songs that you didn't even like but the words are still there lingering in your subconscious. Most days I can't find my keys but I can remember songs from 20 and sometimes 30 years ago, feck that makes me sound old.

When I was waiting to see Primal Scream last week they played this in the bar. It took me back to being 15, my second gig ever was Siouxsie and The Banshees at the Glasgow Apollo. I was a total Siouxsie clone, totally smitten by my punk boyfriend, my first love Alan Osprey known to everyone as Ospur, rebel written on every fibre of my DNA, the year I sat my O grades, thinking I was so grown up and ready to take on the world, marching for CND, committed Socialist and idealistic to my very core, living on a council estate in Glasgow, hanging around chip shops, Top of the Pops on a Thursday at half seven, discos in youth clubs on Saturday nights where they would play 1 or maybe 2 punk records and we would get up and dance, floor to ourselves, performing our weird punk ballet, me with my Siousxie skip, him with his pogo and at the end he would grab me and kiss me so hard, that was my life.

30 years on, I am a middle aged mummy of 3, not only a home owner but a home owner with a holiday villa abroad, Mercedes driving, Cartier watch wearing, White Company decorating etc etc. I have become what I marched against.

So, I heard this and I sang along, remembering every word, remembering what I was, for this was the soundtrack to my young life, this was the girl who became me.