Goodbye Whitney / goodbye youthfulness

Around midnight on February 11th I was tucked up in bed with the husband snoring next to me and my iphone stuck to my hand working (nosing around Twitter) when I read on my timeline that Whitney Houston had died.  At first I thought it was a hoax but after further investigation it proved to be true.

Between 12-2am her death started trending and I was reading tribute Tweets and sniffing back tears reminiscing over my first ever slow dance with Paul Spurgeon at Lara Stanton’s party circa 1985/6.   I remember vividly my pink leggings, baggy white shirt and pink hip belt combo and doing the clumsy 80’s sidestep to ‘Saving all my love’ I also remember relaxing so much that I dribbled on Paul’s shoulder (nothing like a bit of teenage embarrassment).

Amidst the tributes and the sad tweets there were haters* who posted tweets like: ‘omg all these 12 yo girls cryin over Whitney, they didn’t know who she was yesterday’ for me Whitney’s death highlighted the end of my youth, some say this ended years ago but I beg to differ.

Following Whitney’s death a stream of celeb death hoaxes appeared on twitter including Keanu Reeves and Madonna & Chris Brown.

*Haters “Overused word that people like to use just because someone else expresses a dislike for a certain individual” – Urban Dictionary.com)

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