Thursday 2 May 2019

A Moving Story



The love of Marion's life - not me, but this fella...
They say among the most stressful things you can do in life is getting a new job, getting divorced and moving to a new house. The last few weeks has seen my levels of stress increase substantially as Marion and I have moved to a new abode. During the packing of various bits and bobs the other week, it crossed my mind there may be grounds for divorce. I’m not talking about arguing with she-who-must-be-obeyed (I wouldn’t dare) but rather what she took with her to our new home.

The present Mrs Smith was browsing through her record collection and deciding which discs she would like to keep for posterity and those she would like to throw out.  The Osmonds, Black Lace, The Dooleys, erm, Max Bygraves...there was a strong smell of cheese emanating from the spare room. She has the original ‘Now That’s What I Call Music’ recordings on vinyl which you can pay a small fortune for in some music stores where vinyl has made a comeback. I was contemplating the wisdom of marrying someone who has such dubious musical taste when, from the ‘collection’, Marion produced another couple of gems (bear with me)

The two gems referred to were – would you believe – football related and were from Scotland’s ill-fated world cup campaigns of years gone by.

Comedian Andy Cameron became famous (or should that be infamous) for his song – although I use the term loosely – Ally’s Tartan Army, the anthem of Scotland’s doomed World Cup campaign of 1978 in Argentina and homage to the manager of the national team at that time Ally MacLeod (it’s okay – you don’t need to dive under the bed). Marion still has the record – possibly one of only a handful of people who still do. In fact, she not only has a copy but it’s a signed copy, with the bold Andy’s signature scribbled over the cover. I was somewhat taken aback by this but the reason she has a signed copy has faded somewhat from her memory. For that perhaps I should be thankful.

As if this wasn’t enough, she then produced another record from Scotland’s next doomed World Cup campaign in Spain in 1982. ‘We Have a Dream’ was sung – again, I use the term loosely – by the Scotland squad by way of taking their minds off the prospect of facing Brazil in Seville. The opening lyric – ‘I awoke in the night with a fever’ may well have been prominent in goalkeeper Alan Rough’s mind as he watched goal after Brazilian goal flash past him as the Scots lost 4-1. However, it’s another line from the song that summed up Scotland’s tale of woe – ‘that’s no the ball yer kickin' ya eejit, it’s me!’ could easily describe defenders Alan Hansen and Willie Miller clattering into each other to allow Russia to score and therefore eliminate the Scots in the final group game. Terrible defending, as Mr Hansen was prone to say when he turned BBC Match of the Day pundit several years later.

Quite why my wife had this particular record in her collection isn’t entirely clear. She certainly can’t remember buying it and could only surmise her late father had purchased the recording back in 1982. 

Both songs have been consigned to the depths of my subconscious mind - have I mentioned I’m a hypnotherapist? Contact me if you have any unwanted habits…but it’s surprising what events can bring such tortuous memories back to the forefront of one’s mind. 

Every cloud has a silver lining. The only positive thing one can take from Scotland’s continual failure over the past 20 years and more to qualify for the finals of a major tournament is that we don’t have to put up with corny – okay, awful – songs recorded by football players who sound like a street full of cats on heat. And there have been some stinkers in decades gone by. Rod Stewart probably doesn’t need reminding of his Ole Ola effort – ‘we’re going to bring the World Cup back from over thar’ and there are many others which make you want to head to a darkened room when you hear them again.  

The last few days have been an ideal opportunity to throw out so much unused rubbish accumulated over the years. However, not only has Marion insisted on taking those recordings by The Osmonds, The Dooleys and Max Bygraves with her to our spanking new home, she’s taking those World Cup ditties with her.

They’re sitting alongside my treasured recording of the Hearts Song from 1986…


5 comments:

Adullamite said...

As long as your many books are safe, that is what matters...

Mike Smith said...

They'll always be safe, Mr H - I can't give them away...

miruspeg said...

Well that was a moving story Mike....and good on Marion for producing a couple of gems from her collection of records.
When will you be getting the keys to your new home or are you already in there.
Big hugs
Peggy xxxx

Mike Smith said...

We've already moved in, Peggy. The first time in my life that I've moved into a house that no one else has lived in. Hope you are well, my friend.

miruspeg said...

That must be exciting Mike. I have never lived in a house that wasn't once occupied by other people.
I am very well thanks for asking.
All the best my friend.
Peggy xxx

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