You know the saying “if you can remember the 1960s you weren’t there”? I can’t remember the 1990s. Its all a bit of a blur. All I have is snippets. I do remember stumbling out of the Australian Hotel in the Rocks and performing my own interpretation of Cher’s iconic hit “If I Could Turn Back Time” on this very canon. Its just below the Harbor Bridge and despite having taken my weight it is still there. They made things to last in ye days of olde.
My companion at the time laughed with the kind of hilarity only several pints of boutique lager will induce. That relationship only lasted about 6 months but if I could turn back time I would still have dated him (albeit briefly). I have trouble saying that about a handful of the others. Still every choice I’ve made either good – like buying my own unit, or bad like dating unsuitable individuals has led me to where I am now. Its a pretty good place. I wouldn’t want to mess with that.
If by any far-out, science fiction scenario I was bestowed with the power to turn back time I wouldn’t interfere with my own life. Instead I’d use the gift purely for entertainment purposes – like watching the Vikings in real time instead of on SBS. Going back and visiting key moments in world history sounds way more exciting than a night in front of Big Brother.
Here are my top destinations in history.
The 1990s – I’d take a whirl wind tour through the decade to refresh my fading memory. There had to be more to the era than Dawsons Creek, Friends and NKOTB*. Right?
A friend of mine told me that back in the early 80s he was in a dingy night club in London when an unknown band called U2 took the stage and performed “Sunday Bloody Sunday” apparently for the first time. That strikes me as a moment worth visiting. Meanwhile the dude will dine out for the rest of his life on that anecdote – its one of the few anecdotes he has which is family friendly.
Whilst we’re on the topic of great performances – how about Bowie’s Ziggy Stardust tour, The Rolling Stones circa 1972 or Sally Bowles at the Kit Kat Club in 1931? Ok – the last one is fictitious but it had to be based on something. Pre-war Berlin was quite the bohemian hawt spawt.
Neil Armstrong’s moon landing. The unadulterated awe the world felt when Neil took his “one small step for man” will never be matched.
I would love to have read Pride and Prejudice when it “first came out”. We’ve seen thousands of permutations of this story and its somewhat lost its edge. Darcy however never loses his hawtness. Imagine how hawt he would have been in 1813.
Likewise seeing Hamlet performed for the first time at the Globe theatre in 1601. Prior to then no-one had ever asked “to be or not to be?”
It would be remiss to leave out great moments in visual art. I would love to visit Michaelangelo in his Florence studio and watch him create David. It would be a truly marvellous thing to see one of the world’s most iconic sculptures as a work in progress. Just kidding – that model is obviously smokin’ hawt!
November 22, 1963 Dallas Texas – the assassination of President John F Kennedy. I want to settle the question of whether there really was a second gun man behind the grassy knoll.
My top choice for an historical photo-bombing opportunity – 2 June 1953 Queen Elizabeth 2’s coronation.
Do you ever ponder what you’d do if you could time travel? Would you change your own life? What moments in history would you like to photo-bomb?
* New Kids On The Block for those two young to remember or too old to care.