Elton John, Predator and Sprained Muscles

I think people always remember something they got from someone when they were growing up.  A couple of months ago, as his song Sacrifice came on wireless, I remember one of the things my parents taught me as a child – the words to pretty much every Elton John song!  I texted the parents to thank them for imparting such an important life skill.

As a child I went on a family holiday every year.  We rarely went outside the UK so most journeys were by car.  Dad seemed to have a helluva lot of cassettes of Elton John and they provided the soundtrack to most of our road trips.

I remember a few things about these family holidays, other than Elton (although chronology is probably a little lacking).

I remember staying in log cabins in Wales (where I bought the kite I mentioned a few days ago) and in Yorkshire.  The one in Yorkshire had electricity that required you to put money in a meter, which is the first time I’d ever seen such a thing.  In the evenings we watched the European Cup Winners Cup Final where Nayim scored from the halfway line for Zaragoza against Arsenal in 1995.  The day after we watched a program about Craig Johnston developing the Predator football boot.

We went to Gleneagles while Dad was on a work course.  I did falconry and remember that the packed lunches were amazing, and contained shots of whisky.  Other trips to Scotland involved staying at a family friend’s and it was on this holiday that I probably saw my first “real life” skeleton of a rabbit.

Centre Parcs was a fairly common destination.  My brother and I got to cycle to the supermarket in the mornings to buy breakfast and it’s where I first tried archery, a hobby I would continue for a over a decade.

The only holiday I can remember where we left the UK borders was to go to Euro Disney.  It was a surprise trip my brother and I didn’t know about until the night before we went.  I got seasick on the ferry going and vomited over a Frenchman or two.

Once there, I remember that Princess Jasmine was hot, Mickey Mouse has a very poor handshake, I got drunk eating too much tiramisu at the buffet and that we were moved to the front of the queue of the ghost train / haunted house because I was being a typical Brit abroad and was wearing my Liverpool football shirt (I was a kid).  It was the time when Eric Cantona was playing for Manchester United and his shirt was obvious all over the park.  A Liverpool supporting staffer was so pleased to see my shirt that he put his hand on my shoulder and escorted us all past an hour’s worth of queue!

I also remember Dad taking my brother on the Indiana Jones roller coaster without me.  It had a loop in it, and during the ride Dad hurt his neck fighting the g-force.  Of course, the next day, in pain or not, he had to take me on it too!  Oh, the sacrifice he would make for his children!

It’s a human sign
When things go wrong,
When the scent of her lingers
And temptation’s strong.

Into the boundary
Of each married man,
Sweet deceit comes calling
And negativity lands.

Cold cold heart,
Hard done by you.
Some things look better baby
Just passing through,
And it’s no sacrifice –
Just a simple word.
It’s two hearts living
In two separate worlds.
But it’s no sacrifice,
No sacrifice,
It’s no sacrifice at all.

Mutual misunderstanding
After the fact,
Sensitivity builds a prison
In the final act.

We lose direction,
No stone unturned,
No tears to damn you
When jealousy burns.

Cold cold heart,
Hard done by you.
Some things look better baby
Just passing through,
And it’s no sacrifice –
Just a simple word.
It’s two hearts living
In two separate worlds.
But it’s no sacrifice,
No sacrifice,
It’s no sacrifice at all.

Cold cold heart,
Hard done by you.
Some things look better baby
Just passing through,
And it’s no sacrifice –
Just a simple word.
It’s two hearts living
In two separate worlds.
But it’s no sacrifice,
No sacrifice,
It’s no sacrifice at all.

No sacrifice, at all.

Comments 2

  1. You drew me in with Elton John, but your beautiful way of communicating made him pale in comparison (and, I’m sure you remember how wildly flamboyant he was back in the day…spangled glasses…and shiny…everything…so awesome! 🙂 ). Thank you for sharing you heart-warming memories…your descriptions are so evocative and entertaining…and, I loved the parallel you drew between the song (one of my fav Elton songs) and your dad’s love…going on the ride after being strained the day before 🙂 Take care 🙂

    • Thanks Truly! I thought it was worth doing a more light hearted post on Sacrifice and as soon as I saw the word that song was the first thing that came to mind. As a kid I think I Guess That’s Why They Call It The Blues was my favourite Elton song and he’s not particularly “over-dressed” in the video for that song!

      It was interesting when typing the memories of family holidays how much actually came back, a lot of which I had to leave out or the post would have been huge…!

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