It’s not for the faint-hearted, so that’s why we took the grandchildren skating.
Unless you are a skater of the roller variety there is little for the guardians to except sit back relax and listen to the head banging music that is luckily for us, of our era.
ACDC, ‘Thunderstruck’, over the loudspeaker system is just like being at a rock concert.
Little by little the floor starts to fill with skaters of all types of skill level from the side wall huggers to the almost falling over, and of course, the experts who glide effortlessly in and out of the novices.
First game of the night for anyone who can actually skate, collect little red witches hats, those that get one stay in, those that don’t, well, you know how this works
Fewer and fewer witches hats each time leads to an eventual winner, a youthful skater of considerable skill.
Now we have Queen. Not exactly headbanging but a classic, ‘We Are The Champions’. This cuts to a track by The Vapors. How do I know this? We have a video screen. I’m just surprised some of these songs had a video made of them.
Well, there is always Shazam.
The second game of the night; I think only the organizers know what it is about. I try to get the gist and instead wished music would come back.
Ok, those that couldn’t skate still can’t, and after an hour there is attrition. More room for those who can.
But wait there’s more, the doors are still open and more people are arriving.
And thankfully we’re back to ACDC.
I have three grandchildren out on the floor each with a varying grade of skill. They don’t do this very often so each session begins a little rusty and by the time they go home, it’s too soon to go. At least they can stay on their feet and not, as some do, crash into the walls, thinking that is the best way to stop.
Bring on the music! Next is the Divinyls.
Forget that, we now have Men At Work. ‘I Live in a Land Downunder’. I’m missing the full effect of the stadium sound because one of my charges had decided to practice in the baby pen, a small area set aside for beginner skaters to get their bearings, or practice before they go out on the main floor.
I suspect this is a ploy for her to get me to buy a slushy without the other two. Sadly that will not work. We’ll have to wait and see till after the session. Only an hour to go.
The sad pleading eyes are meant to weaken my resolve.
An exhibition of speed skating in different directions give our charges a chance to rest, relax, and have their slushies. A timely break before the last session.
But what the heck, we’ve got ‘you got nothing I want you’ve got nothing I need’. Good old head banging music. Then I’m in seventh heaven, with Michael Jackson blasting through the stadium. It’s not hard to imagine his ensemble dancing on the floor, ‘don’t stop till you get enough’.
Bring on the kaleidoscope lighting.
No, forget that just bring back ACDc. Oh, they just have. ‘Highway to hell’!
Last game of the night, just when the three girls are just about out of steam. Red Rover. They sit this one out, and as the skaters get fewer and fewer, the speed and evasiveness of those left is breathtaking, and end up with a few collisions with the floor.
What do they say, no pain no gain?
That’s why I’m the chauffeur.
To round out the night, INXS and Midnight Oil.
A great night out? Hell yeah!