Sunday 8 December 2019

The Dream Was Over

Thirty nine years ago tonight the 8th December I finished school around 4 and went into the centre of StHelens with my parents to pick up a couple of things, well, they did, I went into Boots music department and bought a single.

Nothing unusual in that you may think but at that time my record buying habit was a trip to Rumbelows on a Saturday and buy as many reduced ex chart singles as I could, these were normally around 20 - 25p each and boosted my collection quickly and economically, so buying a full priced single was extravagant for to say the least.

With my single in its Boots bag I met up with aforementioned parents and went home for tea, homework, and a quick listen to my purchase before heading off to bed.

My alarm was set for same time every morning around 7-15 and was ordered to wake me up with the local station Radio City breakfast show...that morning was no exception. On the button at 7-15 I was eased out of my slumber by a Beatles song and I thought that was good timing I can wake myself up in style.

I couldn't believe my luck when this song was followed by another Fab Four tune and then another! It still didn't dawn on me in my semi comatosed state that this was unusual and something must be wrong.

I was certainly awake after 30 seconds of the news headlines which followed Beatle song number 4...I believe the newscaster who snapped me into shocked reality was Ruby Williams...but I could be wrong because the words she delivered seem to erase all memory of the previous 15 minutes.

Did I hear her right? Did she really just say that? Had I fallen back to sleep and was dreaming? If only.

I don't think I have ever got ready for school quickly...as I descended towards the kitchen my Dad had the radio on and I could hear the sound of the most influential group the world had seen getting louder as I went down the stairs...as I entered the kitchen my Dad saying have you heard? And I knew then it was true.

I sat listening for 20 minutes or so to more music and hastily recorded tributes before I had to go to school and convince some of my musically void friends that this really was a big deal.

But before I left I looked at the top of my music centre and on top of it was the  single I had bought the previous evening and the tragedy and the irony hit me at once... His plan for a new beginning had been snuffed out, we were the ones who would have to be Starting Over.