The theme for the first prompt is- “Go Your Own Way”

Jae Lynn, hosting the Musically Ranting meme has selected the song from Fleetwood Mac as the prompt. She encourages participants to share a song we think is different, one that tells a little about ourselves. Here’s why I love it and how it relates to me.

 

I’ve previously shared that I went to boarding school in my teens. While school is never truly fun, being away from my family was tough. When all spaces are ‘communal’, even where you sleep, enough alone time to re-charge your mental batteries is rare.

Unfortunately, after I started boarding school* my family moved to another town, meaning I no longer had local friends to hang out with.

 

Not being a ‘leader of the pack’ type, I existed on the pack’s edge, interesting to some people some of the time. Neither sporty nor brainy, I’ve never found an arena in which I shone;  I loved art and English, but secondary school ‘cool’ is about more abstract things: perceived ‘good’ looks/body shape, being badass, star of the school team, the right clothes. With no ticks in these boxes, I dropped below the radar.


Changing school for sixth form, I was a day pupil and I made new friends. Still none of them lived nearby as I took a one hour coach ride to get there. When one friend got a car for her 18th, my world expanded; she drove us to clubs, pubs, parties. We went on holiday abroad together, no parents – the culture shock was like stepping off the diving board and dropping into the deep end of a pleasant swimming pool.

 

A year spent at a local community college cleared away the earlier ‘padding’ of my private education. I didn’t shine at shorthand or typing either, but I earned skills with decent enough marks to find myself a job in a worldwide corporation which had a research facility in my town. In the early 80’s making sexist remarks was tolerated, while laughing them off and ‘being a good sport’ was encouraged. 

 

By now, you’re wondering why I chose Sunday Girl by Blondie as the song which describes me. I had none of the star quality that Debbie Harry oozed, but it helped to emulate some of her confidence. She fronted an all male band, was sexy with a slightly snarling ‘take-it-or-leave-it’ vibe. I’d guess her wardrobe was selected because she liked how it looked / made her feel, so she wore a slightly startling mixture of clothes. For work I decided not to conform with neat skirts and dainty blouses of the other secretaries, I wore slouchy boots, my grandmother’s brooches and lace patterned tights. 

 

Everyone I worked with seemed to have gone to the same schools and lived locally. They met up at the pub down the road or used the company social club. I guess to many of my work colleagues I seemed stiff and remote, ‘cold as ice cream’, but this close-knit community was foreign to me. There were fathers, mothers, sons and daughters scattered over the site, in different departments. It was the kind of company that, once you got a job there, you hung onto it tooth and nail, encouraging a lot of ‘dead wood’ and stale thinking, young people were in short supply so who did I have to befriend?

 

In the words of the song, Sunday Girl is ‘cold as ice cream, still as sweet.’  Applying this to myself, I suspected people couldn’t relate to me, whether because of my school background or my accent, they judged me different from them. I couldn’t win – at school my accent hadn’t been cut glass enough! Wherever I went I didn’t quite fit, I came from a ‘lonely street’.

 

Whilst at boarding school I had my first boyfriend, we wrote to each other during the week (even then I knew I was lucky to have a boy take the time to write to me). I’d call him from the school payphone in the evenings, but we were only able to meet up on a Sunday.


‘Hurry up and wait’ resonates with me too. At school, time seemed to move very slowly, outside of lessons it stretched, long and torturously dull. Conversely at weekends, when I came home, it flew by. At the start of my career the phrase still applied, rushing as I did to get a flat with my boyfriend (not the letter writer). I hurried into adulthood, only to find that paying the bills meant any other fun you’d expect (as a typical 19) year old had to wait. We went to the pub with our friends two nights a week, and to parties if anyone else had them, but we had no funds for the cinema, clubs or holidays.

 

The difference between me and Sunday Girl presents itself in the line ‘If I go with you my folks’ll get uptight’ because no – my parents let me choose with whom I kept company. They held the view that people should learn from our mistakes. I do, however, remember my father asking ‘had I thought things through?’ before a 25 year mortgage tied me to my workshy boyfriend – later I wished I’d  listened to his advice.

 

I love this song, I didn’t buy it at the time it charted,* because I didn’t have a record player. A few years later, when I owned a CD player I bought the album it was on Parallel Lines. Probably my all-time favourite record. I could listen to anytime; it’s so packed with hits although the songs have a certain style, they vary quite a bit.

 

I know a girl from a lonely street

Cold as ice cream but still as sweet

Dry your eyes Sunday girl

Hey, I saw your guy with a different girl

Looks like he’s in another world

Run and hide Sunday girl

Hurry up, hurry up and wait

I stay away all week and still I wait

I got the blues, please come see

What your loving means to me

She can’t catch up with the working crowd

The weekend mood and she’s feeling proud

Live in dreams Sunday girl

Baby, I would like to go out tonight

If I go with you my folks’ll get uptight

Stay at home Sunday girl

Hey, I saw your guy with a different girl

Looks like he’s in another world

Run and hide Sunday girl

When I saw you again in the summertime

If your love was as sweet as mine

I could be Sunday’s girl

Hurry up, hurry up and wait

I stay away all week and still I wait

I got the blues, please come see

What your loving means to me

Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up and wait

I got the blues, please, please, please come see

What you do to me

I got the blues

Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up and wait

Hurry up, please come see what you do to me

Songwriters: Christopher Stein

Sunday Girl lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management

 

 

Header Image by Hans Braxmeier from Pixabay

Comments (12)

  1. Reply

    Wow this is so interesting Posy. What different lives people can have! I feel like you really took me back in time here and could imagine it somewhat. I like how you related this to this song. I can see why it feels it fits so well!

    • p0sy

      Reply

      Thanks ML,so glad you were interested. I have more confidence now but being friendly on line is often easier than face to face

  2. Reply

    Thanks for this insight into your life. I can imagine why you could connect so well to ‘Sunday Girl’ by Blondie.

  3. Reply

    This was a fabulous pick Posy. The way you describe your childhood and young adult years it feels as if this song were written for you.

    • p0sy

      Reply

      Thank you Jae, that makes the struggle I had writing this post totally worthwhile! x

  4. Reply

    I too love you sharing your younger days and I know sometimes you are not comfortable with it but this is a heartfelt post and fits perfectly with the song.
    Feve is doing an interesting summer challenge about “writing memoirs” – it looks intriguing
    xx

    • p0sy

      Reply

      I’m grateful for that feedback May. I shall check out Mrs F’s upcoming challenge and push the envelope!

  5. Reply

    It’s so lovely to learn even more about you, Posy, and that through a song. The way you have described it above, that song really fits you.

    Rebel xox

    • p0sy

      Reply

      I think our current circumstances make looking back and being introspective come more easily.

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