Radio Win

For a fraction of our teenage years, my sister and I shared a room with a creaky bunk bed, a crammed wardrobe and a digital alarm clock that doubled as a radio. The radio was our priced possession; our music bible. Perched on the worn-out box it came in, the bulky old thing was mostly tuned into Sky Radio; the station where tunes come to die.
In the Netherlands , Sky radio 100.7 FM" was reserved for old-school tracks that no longer received play on contemporary stations.

On Sky Radio songs that made your father and mother freeze in their tracks to get an earful had a space to spew and rage against the dying of their light. The best thing about Sky Radio is that didn’t discriminate; it played tracks from a range of genres, from rock to r n b to Hip Hop and country. It taught us a lot about music.

It was here I first heard Pat Benatar tell me that “Love is a battlefield”
Jimi Hendrix would drop in once in awhile, out of his Purple Haze , and hugging the limelight “I want to say one more last thing. I didn’t mean to take up all your sweet time “
I found a buddy in Skello. Sure, I didn’t have an “8-track and a spare tire in the backseat” but I did wish “I was a little taller and a baller”
Really, I wanted to be a baller. I thought being a baller would get me the hot guys ☺

It was awesome time. Great times

The radio was also our access to competitions.
Friday, when all the cool kids were off exploring the night in bigger neighbouring cities, we used to sit huddled up listening to this soul and hip hop show that always featured a chance to win an assortment of goodies.
I never really won anything. But my sister did: Tickets to see Beyonce, CHECK! and another great win was a frontrow ticket to see Remy Shand in concert. She won a lot. She is very lucky and also an encyclopedia when it comes to music and movies.
But I don’t really win stuff.
Okay, I won a history quiz once in High school. But my history teacher loved me so I wouldn’t be surprised if she rigged that competition. She wanted me to go on and study history and write papers on the Tet offensive in 1965. But you know, I liked writing the papers and all, but a life-time on speculating on just whether Franz Ferdinard’s assassination was really the tipping point that led to World War One…. Coffee anyone?

And I might have won a few hearts but I think it’s more of like the hearts were given to me under the guise of me having won. “I once had a boy or should I say he once had me”

So, tonight at the London College of Jewellery’s raffle, before they pulled out the first number, i went : “whatever,i never win anything, every!”
And, like in the movies, not sure which one, they called out my number. And I go “ummm really, are you sure”
I won. I actually won.
it was good. it's a pretty necklace, very shinny and nice.
Wonder if this is what the radio win would have felt like :)