tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633543688149775322.post518703821854132375..comments2024-03-28T11:03:53.842+00:00Comments on My Top Ten: Radio Songs #31: Heartbreak RadioRolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02103804480646939038noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633543688149775322.post-15428896531752355982018-03-29T18:26:57.937+01:002018-03-29T18:26:57.937+01:00Ah, I feel for you Rol and also Gram and Alyson...Ah, I feel for you Rol and also Gram and Alyson's school boyfriend - all those boys in fact who were sweet and genuine and had to do that whole asking out thing, that includes Mr SDS, whom I led a merry dance for some time, it's a wonder he didn't give up (he told me since that he nearly did, several times). <br /><br />Look forward to your postscript.<br /><br />As for Roy, recently watched a documentary on his life and was just so saddened at the incredible amount of tragedy he went through, just awful - I hadn't appreciated his full story before that.Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02423624920558505937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633543688149775322.post-9335607185766845942018-03-29T09:16:16.699+01:002018-03-29T09:16:16.699+01:00We all have our heart broken at one point or anoth...We all have our heart broken at one point or another, whether in friendship or love. Can't control how the other feels. There are plenty more fish in the sea as they say! <br /><br />Sad Roy Orbison died in the midst of his career renaissance.Chrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09395044055566348346noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633543688149775322.post-23411498682993447882018-03-28T12:25:41.814+01:002018-03-28T12:25:41.814+01:00Rol - I can't match your sad tale, but here...Rol - I can't match your sad tale, but here's one of my own.<br /><br />There was a blonde angel called Sandra the year below me in school that I fell madly in love with. I kept arranging to bump into her around the school corridors but was too shy to say anything. I finally got to talk with her when me and a couple of mates gatecrashed my school's annual Rugby/Hockey dance, held in the (secondary) school's main hall. <br />For some reason, I ended up alone with her in the playground and gibbered away at her (I'd had 2 or 3 underage pints of snakebite before I went to the dance) before seeing her to her bus stop. Somehow, the fact that she seemed to enjoy my company didn't register with me and walking home that night, I believed I'd blown any chance of seeing her again. <br />A week later my mate's sister came up to me in school and told me that the object of my affections would meet me outside the school at 4 p.m. When the appointed time rolled around, I just couldn't find the courage to go and meet her. Our paths never crossed again. My big chance and I blew it. <br />As for "Heartbreak Radio", I love the original version - written and sung by Scotland's greatest soul man, Frankie Miller. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15240136825771723989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633543688149775322.post-10957061241655397622018-03-28T11:27:47.647+01:002018-03-28T11:27:47.647+01:00Oh my, I feel for your young self. To have plucked...Oh my, I feel for your young self. To have plucked up the courage to ask her out, and actually enjoy the date, only to have it all fizzle out before it began - Cruel. As you say however she doesn't sound as if she was the girl for you anyway and your date was just a pleasant little interlude for her during her on/off relationship with the jock.<br /><br />I remember the anguish my first school boyfriend used to go through last thing on a Friday after double Maths - There was a tiny window, as we all streamed out of the classroom, when he could ask if I wanted to go out the following evening but looking back it must have taken a gargantuan amount of courage to do that, especially in front of the other lads. I take my hat off to the males of the species, who before Facebook and Tinder just had to bite the bullet do the whole face-to-face "asking out" thing. A tough gig. Alysonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15671033552961486737noreply@blogger.com