One of the best things about having a blog is that, unlike Facebook or Twitter or whatever else all the cool kids are using these days,  you can type whatever you wish and know that people are only going to be reading it if they actively choose to open your page.  You are in absolutely no danger of clogging (what a great word) up somebody’s newsfeed, uninvited, with any of your nonsense… so you can say whatever you wish, as much as you wish.  (Plus, you don’t have to worry about any confusing and unnecessary changes to the layout… the new Facebook timeline, anyone?! Yuck.)

… And something I have always wanted to proclaim is that:  I love mid-1990’s dance music.

Don’t most of us, who are in our mid-twenties or older?

For the most part, it seems to be down to an element of nostalgia.  Hearing the likes of Snap! or Corona in a bar these days isn’t enjoyable just because of the tunes themselves, but for the memories they conjure… being a kid and hearing those same songs: Saturday-afternoons at the bowling alley in celebration of a classmate’s 9th birthday party; watching Top of the Pops on a Friday evening after spending the day at school practicing your times-tables; or simply through the foam headphones of your suitcase-sized Walkman as you listen to the chart compilation cassette you got for Christmas on a car-journey to visit the grandparents.

Hearing these songs again, in the (slightly different) environment of twenty-first century nightlife, takes us back to those days, back when we were four-feet high and had nothing to worry about besides one of the beads we’d got free inside a packet of Monster Munch snapping off from our bicycle spokes, or whether or not we were going to pass our latest swimming test.  What a blissful time it was; but all we seemed to want to do was grow up and be an adult!

Whilst browsing through some charity shops this morning, I discovered and purchased a dusty old second-hand c.d for £1.50.  Dance Zone ’94 – a compilation of chart-hits that I remember wanting to own as a 9-year old, when it was first released, but not having the money to buy it.  Today it has been the soundtrack to the rest of my day of doing work, entrapping me into a time warp, making me half-believe that John Major is still prime-minister; Oasis and Blur are still battling it out at the top of the charts, and that my responsibilities in life are little more than a picture I have to colour in for homework.

What else can I say but: feel the nostalgia, kids!