Casdon
Jaxjacky
Gosh, fancy not being at all frivolous, my life would be duller with no frivolity, shared with friends and family.
Each to their own.
Totally agree Jaxjacky I still love lots of frivolity in my life. I used to blow all my wages on clothes, records, holidays and nights out when I first started work, and I didn’t have a mortgage until I was 28, or a child until I was 32 - I don’t regret a second of it.
I moved to London when I was 19. I managed to spend my monthly salary after the first week, having paid rent etc and would always run out and so ended up working in the evenings as well. I worked behind a bar and then in an art house in Upper Regent Street - the Cameo Poly if anyone remembers it.
I also worked during my holidays once at Richard Seifert (architect who built Centre Point) as a tea lady and then assisting a Cordon Bleu cook who did directors lunches.
But, I did go to a lot of concerts, also a lot of exhibitions and gigs in clubs.4
It would have been impossible to save for a deposit, or have taken more years than I care to think about, but I enjoyed my young life in London very much.
Like most others my age living in London we did not buy a house until we were 32, at which point all spending went out of the window because all our money went on the house. We didn't go out, apart from visits to friends for a weekly bath for at least one year, if not longer. We had a cold water tap and a kitchen sink so we boiled kettles the rest of the time.
I too would not have missed a second of it.