Saturday Night -Nineteen-Fifties Style

Tea with Gran,her muffins supreme, Bath and change and hair brylcreamed. into town to the pub in the square, our gang always met there. Checking the football scores in the Oxford 'green un'. Trad jazz with Donegan,Bilk or Collier or maybe the ballroom bacchanalia. Skip,hip-hop or jive or more sedately to the Friday Five. A swift half of cider in the Bodega bar sadlynone of us could afford a car. Dropping a shilling in the snug juke box,Haley and Elvis,then unorthodox. Bought tickets for the coming live shows, Cochrane,Cliff and Shadows. Later, at the dance the last waltz about to begin,if you were fancied ,it showed in her coy grin. Requesting a date took a little courage, so glad my choice that day,led to marriage.