I think I may be getting far too involved in this seventies revival thing.
I blame the movies. I suppose the signs were there. Tapping my feet to the music in "Strictly Ballroom" a couple of years ago. But it’s getting worse. We saw "Priscilla, Queen Of The Desert" the other day. Very good film. To my horror I found myself again tapping my feet to the music. But the music was Abba’s "Mamma Mia". This is bad, this is very bad.
It just got worse after that. I dragged out an old Countdown video, and was, dare I say it, delighted to find such horrors as… Suzi Quatro… The Jacksons when they were all still together – and still black… Little River Band… the aforementioned Swedish persons… gulp… Bee Gees…
Quick cure time. I’ll reach for the Led Zeppelin.