When was the last time you saw a disco ball on the ceiling of a club? When was the last time you were in a club? For that matter, when was the last time you went dancing? I don’t think I’ve ever been in a club with a disco ball. I’ve seen them on television, but I was never the “clubby” type. I hate crowds, hate loud groups and loud music, and I’m not much of a dancer. Take me out for cappuccino and dessert. Let’s skip clubbing and pretend we went. Also, I never had the clothing or (for that matter) the figure to wear it.
But today, Garry, who has a cold, was sleeping late. Owen was going out to get a piece of old equipment repaired. I asked if I could come along. I needed an airing. It has been a long time since I went anywhere. I took my camera. Not that I thought it was going to be a serious photo shoot, but you never know, right? Right.
It turned out to be a shop filled with all kinds of old fashioned stuff. Mostly electronic equipment — turntables, speakers, amplifiers, headphones — but there was other stuff too. Old toys, funky paintings, musical instruments and in the middle of the shop, a big silver disco ball. I had to control myself and not ask the price. I need a disco ball like a need a hole drilled in my head. Still, it would look mighty interesting in my living room. And should anyone ever visit again, it would be an interesting conversational item. It is both square and definitely UP. What else do you do with a disco ball than put it up on the ceiling so when it spins, the light goes crazy?