All night raves and ecstacy generation here - trance and techno all the way 🙂
I must be blessed with my "golden" guests. With very rare exceptions, they've all been fantastic and have brought huge joy and laughter to my home, and to my life (although many of them pre-date even the hippie generation!)
Just a few examples - Bea, a beautiful English lady who came to celebrate her 90th birthday with her family. Bea and her daughter Kate wanted to visit the place where Bea had done her nursing training when she was 20. The hospital itself is closed now, but there's nurses' accommodation there these days. Just by chance, Bea got chatting to a couple of young ladies who were coming out of the building, and it turned out that one of them was the grandaughter of a girl who Bea had trained with, and been close friends with, 70 years previously. To say Bea was over the moon is an understatement.
Then there was a group of Finnish musicians, the "baby" of the group being a mere 74 years old. After a lively night down my local pub, they had an impromptu jam session round my kitchen table at 3am. (In fact, they were down the local every night of their visit)
Jack was an 82 year old charmer, who was forever trying to give his family the slip, because they were "too dam* boring" (his words, not mine!) He also preferred to hang out down my local, rather than go sightseeing with the fam. He happened to be in there one day when I brought my mum in for lunch, and did his level best to sweep her off her feet. To my horror, the two of them then proceeded to get extremely tipsy together, and when I tried to tell them that they needed to tone it down a bit and stop being quite so outrageous in the middle of the day, they roared laughing and informed me that they were old and they'd earned the right to do whatever the hell they wanted, and that I could go home if I didn't like it! I made my exit and left them to it.
Nancy was an 89 year old American lady and needed a breathing machine to survive. Unfortunately, the machine literally blew up as soon as it was plugged in to my socket - and they didn't have a back up. Not an ideal scenario at 6pm on a Friday evening. Nancy was in absolute fits of laughter as her entire family ran around the house like headless chickens in a blind panic, trying to figure out how on earth they were going to get her through the night alive. (Have to admit, I was starting to sweat a bit myself) Thankfully, my drivers Jimmy and Robbie somehow managed to locate a similar machine within the hour.
Emily and Mike were a Welsh couple, here to celebrate their 50th wedding anniversary. Mike got his first ever tattoo in Dublin - a Celtic cross with his and Emily's names entwined around it - to mark the occasion. Rather impressive it was too.
And my very favourite guests of all time, Joe (94) from Arizona and Joan (87) from Texas, who had only been married for five years and came here all by themselves, for a bit of cheering up after Joan's 67 year old son passed away. They loved nothing more than to take selfies and upload them to their FB accounts on their iPads, and sat on the sofa giggling and prodding each other like a pair of love struck teenagers. I took them for a day out to a beautiful old stately home in Wicklow, and Joan insisted on climbing up on a 3ft wall so I could take a pic of her grabbing a giant stone statue of a naked man by the naughty bits. I'm still in regular contact with them and my son and I are planning to visit them in Texas this summer.
Love my oldies! I'll take them over millenials all day long. :))