I don't recall giving Lynda Carter a key to my house,
but when I got home from the shops the other day, there she
was, reclining on my sofa. I'm not one to let an opportunity go
to waste, so I got her to rustle me up a bacon buttie and a cup
of tea. She had the same, of course, as I'm not a stingy host.
See? Proof that I know just how to satisfy a woman!
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Even those crazy floral pattens cannot obscure her stunning beauty.
Yes, the room's a bit flowery, RJ - it's the one I use for entertaining the ladies in my life. (Hoi - who said in my imagination?)
Went to see her at the Kings Theatre, Southsea on 2nd October 1980. She was on a singing tour (the Wonderland Tour) around the UK before heading to the West End in London. My pal Geoff took some photos at the stage door afterwards.
Show them on your blog, B, they'd be worth seeing. Did you get her autograph? In 1981 I almost went to see Tommy Cooper in The Kings, but didn't. I regularly used the lane at the back of The Kings Theatre to make my way up to Southsea Shopping Centre.
I keep hassling my pal Geoff to search out the photos he took. If he comes up with the goods, I'll post them. I'm pretty sure she autographed Geoff's tour brochure. I continue to marvel at what a small world it is, Kid, that you're so familiar with Southsea, and we were both living within a mile of each other in the early 80s.
Thing is though, B, you've lived in America so long and done so many different things, and probably seen so many different places that you've fitted so much more into your life than I have. Seeing your kids grew up probably makes certain things in the past seem long ago (yet, paradoxically, also not so long ago), whereas my time in Southsea and Portsmouth seems like only a couple or so years back. The mysteries of time, eh? We may have both walked the same streets, but time-wise, our memories probably aren't in-sync when it comes to placing near-simultaneous events in perspective (if that makes any sense). Right, I'm off to my scratcher, so I'll reply to any further comments in a few hours.
It's funny, but I can remember those years between ages 12 and 26, say (1971 to 1985) now with far greater clarity than the more recent years. Of course, to say that is to repeat what my parents and grandparents said as they themselves grew older. It's probably in the nature of human biology to get clarity over events of times long past. It is also fair to say that I spend a lot of time revisiting photos of those years, going over diaries that I kept intermittantly, comparing notes with pals I still have from those times, even checking up publication dates of books I bought, showtimes of films I saw with pals, and that activity must stimulate memories as well.
True, if you're still actively remembering certain events and times, they'll probably seem a bit closer to you. I find it depends on which end I approach a memory from. If I suddenly remember something, it seems fairly recent - probably because I've jumped straight in. If, however, I start with one memory and then work my way through some others, they have time to settle into their own 'personal perspective', time-wise (if that makes sense), and may seem ages ago. Just depends. The mind is a fickle mistress sometimes.
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