What they’re forgetting is, this is 1922

I know, I know, its actually nearly 100 years on from that landmark, but you’ve guessed this blog is going back to the Flapper era, havent you? And if you havent, why not? Yes, this event appeared in my mail box this morning.

http://www.flyingscotsman.org.uk/events/lates-roaring-20s/

I know, and free too! Unfortunately for this poor, broke flapper girl, it costs a bit too much to get there, and back, especially as I would get back to Huddersfield after the buses had stopped for the night. And no, at the end of April, I am not walking up from town, wearing a flapper dress, and heels, at my age! I could get a taxi, but that all adds to the cost, and its all money I havent got! About £40 ($60) at a rough guess, there, or thereabouts, even being a good girl at the party, and not spending too much. Add in that I’d probably want to get my hair done 20’s style, and fine, its not going to happen. But yes, it would be fun. Only blessing is, because its free, I can keep it on my list, as a maybe, until its too late anyway!

Unless some “Mr Hearst” (or indeed Ms Hearst) wants to take, or treat this poor little “Marion Davies” to the party, and then…

Funnily enough, this time last year, I was getting ready to party in the past, too. An era slightly more recent, and somewhere a lot warmer than here! Yes, a year ago tomorrow, I first went to Hollywood for 10 days, in a hotel. Of course, I’ve since had 4 weeks in an apartment, but back then, a hopelessly excited lady was getting ready for her dream trip. And on that first Saturday, I headed to the Egyptian Theatre, for the most amazing 40’s night. It was a wonderful present, from 2 dear American friends, and I had a wonderful time. The only less wonderful thing? I ended up walking back to my hotel afterwards, in high heels, nearly a mile! I had never done that before, and hopefully never again. I can do it, but my knees truly hate it, so…

Of course, if you’d told me back then that finding a job, after getting back, would be nearly as hard as during the Depression, for a Flapper, I might not have been so excited about it all. But back in those glorious days…

Oh, one last thing, given the last post here was about LA, and the last post on the other blog was about special friends…One dear friend, who I met through Facebook, and who was responsible for one of my real delights of the October trip, the visit to The Magic Castle, posted this on my timeline, when she saw my praise for Mr Scully

I miss you, beautiful.

Ignoring all comments about me, and being beautiful, and needing glasses, you have no idea how wonderful that remark was, Eden. Yes, believe me, I’d rather be there too, at the moment.

Fine, the video. You can guess the song, surely? Not Julie Andrews, though, but Sutton Foster, who played the role on Broadway, I gather. PS, the music only lasts 4 minutes, not as long as it looks!

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A day at the races

No, no Marx Brothers here, so if thats what you’re looking for, go elsewhere lol! But given my love of vintage stuff, it just seemed an apt title.

For the next 4 days, its the big August race meeting at York. Thankfully, if things work out right, I should miss most of the fuss and finery involved, as 3 of the days I’m starting at 9, and the other day I’m off. Thankfully thats early enough to avoid the race going crowds, as the trains will be busy enough without them. Tomorrow night, I’ll be through Leeds before they get back there, as I finish work about 5 minutes after the start of the last race, and they are 25 minutes or so earlier down the line than us. Friday and Saturday, should I miss the stopper train, I will see some staggering back mid evening. Probably delay the train (and TPE dont need much excuse for that anyway), and I could do without that in all honesty, especially Friday, as I will have to be up early again for Saturday.

So alright, its fun to see some of the dresses and stuff (and the silly hats) that they wear, and probably would be fun to wear myself, but post racing, many are very drunk, and a sight I’d prefer not to see!

I know going to the races can be expensive over here, but even so, I was amazed to hear the cost of a days racing in the main stand at York each day, £54! ($80 ish?) Wow! And thats not the most expensive option, that was £123 ($180 ish?), and was sold out! Sorry, I thought there was a recession on, or something, or maybe thats just for ordinary folk? The last meeting I went to, a few years back, Philadelphia Park, they welcomed you in for free! Much lower grade racing, but even so…

So, no I wont be going to York races this week, unless someone offers to take me Thursday, and I dont expect that to happen! Me, Thursday, plan is off to Wakefield, afternoon out, collect my dollars for next month, and maybe some shopping? Much cheaper, and for me at least, more fun!

The video, a lovely song, and maybe a moral for those throwing £123 a person at York races this week. If people stayed away due to the ridiculous prices, they might learn sometime, but…