My one and only Wayfarers, bought for about $25 over thirty years ago from a Sunglass Hut in Fort Lauderdale when £ to $ rates were good. I recall that I was driving a wine coloured Plymouth Acclaim at the time and I marveled at all the cup-holders. I rescued the glasses from their years of oblivion at the bottom of the bedside drawer's darkness and wore them the other day. My head might have shrunk over time but it's been a flaming May so there's been some involuntary blinking and the classic shades are now back in vogue with me. Along with my now battered and bruised 1980s Swiss Army knife (an essential requirement at all the Bomb Doctor's meetings) they were a treasured possession.
These were the times before Ray-Ban was a proper designer thing and the name was embossed on everything and owning a set was still kinda cool. "Those days are gone forever, I should just let them go but ..." I'll admit now that Don Henley's "Boys of Summer" was probably playing on a loop in my head at the time but I'd yet to get into the Grateful Dead. I still think that the term "Dead Head" is more of an Easy Rider reference (Billy, a simple martyr for the hippie dream, being killed off at the end) but "Touch of Grey" eventually lit the fuse and then Jerry Garcia died a bit too soon.
I splashed out on a copy of the reworked Pompeii the other day having missed out on the full I-Max experience. I did see the quarrelsome foursome do much of this material live a number of months after this was filmed but I've to still to catch up and watch this hyped up super duper version. I imagine I'll be slowly wallowing in a further bout of nostalgia and possible disappointment but that's life. Somethings change, some stay the same.
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