So, everything that starts with A, well Anything starts with A so I will write about anything.
I can remember way back in the 1960's, the golden era when we all seemed happy, nobody had any money worries, computers were a long way off and an ipod or mp3 was a term to be thought up, that golden age and my early manhood. (No I did say the 1960's not the 1860's. )
Everybody seemed to be happy, and you could be gay, without it referring to your sexuality, you could go to the pub with a fiver and buy a round of drinks for your mates, (nowadays you can't always afford mates!) This was Britain, in fact still Great Britain, buses were plentiful and ran on time, pensioners could go out after dark and come home again in one piece. Children could walk home from school alone, and the police had nothing better to do than stroll along the high street chatting. So what happened, well progress happened, I always thought progress was something good, but is there much to do with progress now that is better than in the 60's era?
Where did it all go wrong, we are perched on a world that is suffering from global warming, the ozone layer is disappearing, the ice caps are melting, the seas are rising, and Britain is now in the hurricane era. Is this down to progress?
Well I hear you say, are these the mutterings of an old gent who is tired of life and out of step with the real world. Well yes because this new, real world is alien to me. One tries to fit in but it is not so simple, when I was a child I had a golliwog to take to bed - now when you write it Microsoft word puts a line under it and people leap up mentioning racism and political correctness.
My dog was called Nigger, Oh! what have I said, but I am merely reminiscing my childhood.days, does anyone stop to think what older people have endured in their lives. We have had our old pounds, shillings and pence snatched away, pounds and ounces are distant memories, I now weigh so many kilograms, instead of 11 stones.
So, the 21st century is here, and I feel like a dinosaur, (I said feel not look) probably just as much out of place as dinosaurs themselves.
So there, I drift along with the flow, biting my tongue on occasions, and remembering now that pensioners mustn't go out after dark, certainly not to wander around the streets alone.
Go home on the bus - the what. Those are all tucked up in their garage after 6 where I live, and trains, yes we have those here, but they are subject to overhead power failure, the wrong kind of snow, and squirrells in the signal box.
So this is progress, we are in the throw away age, but I am still waiting to be thrown away, So I guess changes will continue and everything will advance accordingly, but I wish I could have stayed behind - in the golden era of the 60's.
Thank you for reading the ramblings of a tired old gent.
Mar 11th, 2007
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