the soundtrack to your life....what is it?


It all started on Twitter when someone had written whatever song was number one on your 18th birthday became the soundtrack to the rest of your life.

I was intrigued so I Googled mine. I knew I was too young to have something decent by say, The Sex Pistols, but I was hoping for something memorable. Too old for a ska record too, I thought sadly, but maybe it’d be an anthem, something to carry me through the rest of my life... but what did I get? There Must Be an Angel (Playing with My Heart) by the Eurythmics - nothing worse than a pseudo-operatic caterwauling tune to haunt you forever. That and the disturbing vision of Dave Stewart sprayed in gold and dressed as a cherub. 

But reading some of the other posts, I think I got off lightly. Mr Blobby anyone? ‘Mambo No 5’ (the Bob the Builder version?) Then there was someone who’d been lumbered with I Owe You Nothing, by Bros - ‘but I still owe quite a bit,’ she insisted.

Inspired, I took to my friends on Facebook to see if this soundtrack to your life baloney actually held any water.

I have to admit in some cases it was a little spooky. For example, a lovely but slightly gossipy friend’s track was Careless Whisper, whilst my scary photographer mate had Nothing Compares 2 U, by Sinead O’Connor (she makes skinhead Sinead look like a pussycat).

My favourite one was Vikki’s I Would Do Anything For Love (But I Won’t Do That). No comment. Or her elder sister who had: Unchained Melody, by Robson and Jerome. Now that one would make me want to saw both ears off.

Tracey was disturbed to discover hers was Easy Lover by Phil Collins, whilst my mate Nicky had one I’d never heard of. She claimed it was one of those one hit wonders - a desperate ballad played at the end of the night - something we used to call a ten-to-two song in old money.

However, the near misses were the best, Deeply Dippy, by Right Said Fred, and Eh Oh, by the Teletubbies, both missed by just a week. The Teletubbies man ended up with Spice Girls’ Too Much, which he was equally mortified with. My eternal teenager friend was delighted with N N N N Nineteen, by Paul Hardcastle, whilst my retired father-in-law won hands down with the Beatles classic Yesterday.
So, to sum up, I’ll take the Eurythmics. To be honest, I think I did quite well considering that someone on Twitter had been landed with Crazy Frog or, even worse, a man who discovered his life soundtrack was Chocolate Salty Balls, by South Park that really is a cross to bear.