That was the title my much younger sibling, a toddler, gave to Oasis’s ‘Champagne Supernova’, it was one of her favourite songs at the time, as it was mine. I was not a toddler but a teenager, a startlingly naive and underexposed one, including to music which made me receptive to anything and everything regardless of naffness. I didn’t even know of the fabled Oasis vs Blur divide that the GF informs me was very much a thing; I knew I liked ‘Parklife’ and I knew I liked ‘Champagne Supernova’ but I then also liked ‘Cotton Eye Joe’.
Strange to think I have lived more of my life since 1996 than I had until then.
Now, with this virus, what will life be like next year? Or in five or ten years? By the time I’ve lived again as much as I have since 1996, it should be back to a normal, I would imagine, even the Black Death came to an end, though the normal will be one with climate change so an edge of the apocalyptic surely will remain. (Having done the sums it seems unlikely I’ll be around then, but living beyond 50 or so has always had a sheen of improbability to it).
Such are the thoughts that bubble up when one suddenly confronts one’s youth.