When I really think about it, I’ve actually always been a terrible vintage throwback. I think the image above is to blame. That film, and the actual record pictured there were so much a part of my childhood that I can almost legitimately blame them for the way my life is now.
I think it says something about my childhood that I even had a vinyl Mary Poppins album. It’s well used too, so I either have parents who were Mary Poppins fanatics, or rather very kindly, and let me indulge my borderline autism by allowing me to play and play and play that record until we all wept. Fuck it, they even joined in half the time. So I guess it comes as a massive surprise to exactly no-one that I spend about forty percent of my life faffing about in seamed stockings and hunting down baby cham glasses. Sad but true.
It could be worse.
I need some bunting with that on, I think.