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Gentle musing: Are you ever too old to like pop music?

Changed my FB status last night to  "Ironing ... Coldplay at Glastonbury on TV. Happy!"

And later (okay, Coldplay finished at midnight,so it was very late cos I couldn't sleep) I started thinking ... am I too old to like bands like Coldplay and Take That so much that I can sing along to their songs, in the car,  with the windows down, while driving back from the school run and secretly hope that one day I might drag an embarrassed child or two along to a concert? Yes, I also love some classical, musical and choral music (more appropriate for my age perhaps???) but my eclectic mix, if ever (unlikely!) invited onto Desert Island Discs (popular British radio programme), would be tilted heavily toward the sing along, feel good, pop ballad.

Personally, I like what I like, and it doesn't really bother me that my kids might think me a little quaint. What perhaps does make me feel a little uncomfortable is the suspicion that my peers might think I am just trying to impress the kids ...

Sweltering day here (26 degC) and due to be more sweltering tomorrow (29degC!!). Little worried about prospect of  swimming gala - lots of little people and parents sitting in the sun for an hour tomorrow afternoon. Hats and lots of water!

Dog wearing black fur coat is not a happy boy, but has had a good soaking form the hose and is now lying in the shade. Too hot for a walk me thinks.

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