I met my old lover on the street last night. She seemed so glad to see me, I just smiled. Then we talked about some old times and we drank ourselves some beers, still crazy after all these years.
I remember the glory days of film making. I used to go to the movies a lot.
I'm pro-forwards. Do I want the Seventies to come back? No. The haircuts were terrible. Everyone stank. The food was awful.
All my heroes wore coats and ties to work. What happened to men wearing hats? Maybe I should bring back hats.
I meet a lot of people that grew up with my career and have retired, and I just want to talk to them. I like to get a feeling from them, a feeling of the old times.
I'd experienced the '40s and '50s by looking at my grandparents' old clothes, books, and magazines.
If anybody else says it's like old times, I'll jump out the window.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot and days of auld lang syne? For auld lang syne, my dear, for auld lang syne, we'll take a cup of kindness yet, for auld lang syne.
I long for the old days of Marilyn Monroe and Audrey Hepburn, stars who had real glamour and mystique. We only knew so much about their lives; the rest was a mystery.
I quite fancy the 1940s. I like the trams and the trousers.
I'm old enough to remember seeing James Brown live.
We had a black and white telly in the corner of the room that had three channels. There was nothing to keep you around the house. It was a different time.
So many of my friends, old friends I haven't seen in years, made their way out there and got lost, then found their way back. That seems believable to me.
The days when a princess was too delicate to sleep on a mattress with a pea under it are long gone.
A story can be new and yet tell about olden times. The past comes into existence with the story.
I can’t believe how much this place has grown,” Hazel muttered. The taxi driver grinned in the rearview mirror. “Been a long time since you visited, miss?” “About seventy years,” Hazel said. The driver slid the glass partition closed and drove on in silence.
It's odd but even when I was a kid, I would write about 'old and other times' as though I had a lot of years behind me. Now I do, so there is a difference in the weight of memory.
I can't imagine seeing Batman in black and white. It was such a colourful TV series. I know. I'm ancient. It wasn't abnormal to be without a television in those days. People who had colour were special.
I love the nostalgic myself. I hope we never lose some of the things of the past.
If one more person tells me this is just like old times, I swear I'll jump out the window.
That's what we grew up with - the good songs, the good lyrics, the good big-band stuff. I miss that era.
Give me yesterday's bread, this day's flesh, and last year's cider
I've always wanted to do a period movie, to do something the turn of the century, and I'm really fascinated by that whole time period.
I love everything that's old, - old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wine.
I grew up without TV, I grew up listening to radio, I grew up reading.
