I'd a bit of time to kill (dead time, as I like to call it and those of you who are well versed in childrearing will understand completely this terminology) so instead of heading home to turn around and go back out again - I went to the fabric shop.
I went with an idea in my head that was relatively unformed as this stage - something was brewing but even I didn't know what it was until it manifested itself onto the unsuspecting individuals who were queuing behind me to pay for their purchases.
Suddenly, and without preamble or warning, I turned 180 degrees, regarded the woman immediately behind me, and did some quick mental calculations based on crow's feet and lip-puckers that she was equal to or greater in age than me and blurted out,
"Do you remember Rive Gauche?"
Blank. Cat-in-headlights stare!
Rive Gauche - Paris Left Bank the home of the artistes and artists along the Seine?
I skipped the one behind her (too young) and aimed directly for the woman next in the line,
"Do YOU remember Rive Gauche? You know the perfume by YSL? About 1980?"
More blank stares and the slightly 'be kind to her' facial expressions.
I then addressed both queues (needless to say the shop just happened to be busy that day) and the sales assistants too - well, actually loud enough for the entire shop to join in if they'd wanted to; I believe I may have climbed onto a soapbox at this point and exclaimed:
What I was really looking for was a second opinion on the colour/shade of blue for a jacket lining - I didn't give a s**t if anyone truly remembered the perfume.
Regardless, (this is MY word and I predicate my life upon it) I bought what I believed to represent Rive Gauche and just had to Google it when I got home to make sure I hadn't imagined the whole decade of 1980.
Coco - I need you now - please tell me you remember Rive Gauche! You don't need to like it just, like me, you physically remember it.
Shoulder pads and hard stares - there's no turning back!
I''d also appreciate a translation into English of the adverts' bylines. Merci.