Tuesday nights were Youth Club nights. Fun, frolics and half an hour of dancing at the end of the night. It was pretty much our favourite time of the week.
And ofcourse, there was plenty of posturing. Trying to look cool and not too excited to see the boy you fancied that week. If only those boys we were trying to impress had seen us an hour or two earlier.
With an empty house, a piano and Neil Sedaka's Greatest Hits, my three best friends and I would clatter away at the piano and sing Sedaka's hits at the very top of our voices. I remember it like it was yesterday. Oh, how I loved him. And whenever I hear this song, it still makes me smile. And I still love to sing it loudly.
Now that I'm an adult and work with youth workers, I should probably tell them that trying to do "issue based" stuff in a youth club setting is never going to go down well. Kids are way too interested in being cool. Wasn't it always thus. And, as it should be.