h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

We settled down to watch Strictly Come Dancing. And with the very first dance we didn't know whether to laugh or cry so we did a bit of both.
The song was 'Lady In Red' and it brought back both happy and sad memories for us.
When The Lost Boy was fifteen he fell madly in love( as you do at that age) with a girl who was here on holiday with her parents. They saw each other every day for a week and he couldn't wait to get out of the house each morning to see her and came home each night on a high and would not stop talking about her. This lasted for about eight days. One morning he was home about five minutes after he left. Slammed in the house ran upstairs slammed his bedroom door and then there was silence. After a while The Boss suggested I go up and see what the matter was. When I went in his room he was sitting on the edge of his bed with tears streaming down his face. His 'Great Love 'had dumped him. One of his 'friends' had tod her he was fifteen. Apparently she was sixteen and he had said he was seventeen. She dropped him because she said he was too young. 'Their Song' was Lady In Red and for days afterwards he shut himself in his room playing the dam thing over and over till we were sick of it. So one day The Boss said 'I've had enough of this' so she had a word with his young brother and being a good sport brother put on one of his mum's dresses, bright red of course, smothered his face with bright red lipstick and sashayed into The Lost Boy's bedroom. We crept up behind to see the reaction holding our breath. There was a moments silence and then a huge burst of laughter.
The record was switched off and the two boys were rolling on the bed in hysterics. It was a calculated risk as the boys sometimes did not get on too well. There was only 11 months betwen them and quite a bit of sibling rivalry but this day their natural good humour came to the fore.
That is why The Lady In Red can make The Boss and I both happy and sad.

It's good to be able to find something humorous in poignant moments - sometimes that's what keeps you going.
for you and Mrs Kif.

(There's a wonderful poem - which I must try to find again and keep a copy of in my 'special notebook'. If I can find it I'll post a reference.)

I want to do that strictly ballroom stuff - just for the frocks! Aren't they fabulous?
Someone made the point last night - which I hadn't thought about until then - that it's a far harder competition for the men because they have to 'lead' their partner - whereas the women are being led by very comptetent professional dancers.

I thought Julian Clary was fab last night - and Roger Black may not have danced well but what a looker!

Thanks for the T
We spend a lot of time saying'do you remember when?' and it was The Boss who said last night 'Do you remember when all the girls at dances looked really glamorous?' and I do, it does seem a shame that so many women these days don't bother to 'dress up' but I suppose the way the girls dress these days is easier for them to cope with and more comfortable.
I am very fond of poetry so I will be pleased if you come across the poem that the posting brought to mind. And yes the women in the competition do have it easier, and although he has a face like a tailors dummy Julian Clary was good
Kif