“Want to hear a real-life love story?” George asked his grandson.
“This is a story of fate, passions, and the power of rock n’ roll. It’s the story of how I met your Grandmother. It was 1975 and I was a cool, young dude of fifteen. Like all cool, young dudes back then, I watched Countdown every Sunday night.” Grandpa paused there and waited for the question.
“Jack, it was a magical portal that opened on your tv screen once a week, where a man named Molly showed you everything you needed to be a cool, young dude!”
“It was a music program on television, Jacky,” Grandma offered helpfully.
“A few local kids would make the trip into the ABC studios and be there live in the audience. All the best bands of the day were there, playing their latest songs. Dragon, Hush, Skyhooks…”
“Sherbet,” chimed in Grandma
“…Ted Mulry Gang. One fateful day, all the stars aligned, and three worlds collided – me, your grandmother, and the greatest band of all, ACDC! It was luck, or coincidence, or serendipity. Love at first sight! Bon Scott was up front, flirting with the girls, like he always did. But there was one girl, paying no attention to him. She was looking at me!” He winked at Grandma.
“Next thing I knew, this beautiful girl was standing close to me, and Bon was singing Baby, Please Don’t Go and I was thinking ‘please don’t go’ but not feeling as cool as I thought I was. In fact, I was starting to overheat! Incredibly, ACDC was her favourite band too, proving that she had great taste, despite also, eventually, marrying me!”
“But, Grandpa, doesn’t grandma hate ACDC? Don’t you hate ACDC, Grandma? Didn’t you say that to Mum the other week?” Jack looked around the table, confused.
There was a nervous shuffling as the adults tried not to meet an eye. Grandma blushed deeply, caught out in the biggest deception since Watergate.
Grandpa was laughing nervously, a bit unsure of his footing suddenly. “Grandma loves ACDC. Don’t you, Michelle?”
“Well,” the flush deepened, “I love you, and you love ACDC, so…”
“Okay, I don’t really like ACDC! But that’s not important. They’re just a band, for heaven’s sake!”
“Michelle! Just a band? They are ACDC. They are gods! We fell in love because of them. Your favourite song is Jailbreak!”
“Oh George, you fell in love because of ACDC. I fell in love because of you, mainly. Also because of Daryl Braithwaite. I moved near you that day, because I’d caught a glimpse of Daryl Braithwaite. You were so cute and earnest, I let you believe…”
“For forty-five years? You let me believe?”
“I thought you would get over me, or at least ACDC, before now.”
“Never!” He laughed.
“By the way, what IS your favourite song?”
As one, the entire family erupted with “That’s the way it’s gonna be, little darling. We’ll go riding on the horses, yeah, yeah…”