Two Old Codgers

How the World strikes us

There was no respect for youth when I was young, and now that I am old, there is no respect for age — I missed it coming and going.

There are all sorts of platitudes about old age, such as
Those aren’t wrinkles; they’re lines of wisdom.
Old age 2

No, they’re not - they're bloody wrinkles.

Your best days are in front of you.
Another load of crap. My best days were when I had the energy to work ten-hour days, enjoy happy hour with friends, make dinner, help the kids with homework and I could remember why I had come into the kitchen.

Age is just a number.
Oh yeah ! Then why do I often feel years older than the number?

However, growing old isn’t all doom and gloom. Little things matter less but I still worry about them. Political correctness, I flushed it down the toilet where it belongs. I feel a freedom to say exactly what’s on my mind and without apology, and if someone doesn’t like this grumpy old git, tough shit. I’ve also decided it’s not worth giving up my few pleasures just for an extra three years in the geriatric ward.

It is interesting to look back over the years but not with regrets or thinking “Things aren’t like they used to be!” Of course they’re not, change is inevitable. If you don’t believe me take a look at an old photograph of yourself and then look in the mirror.

Photography was a hobby for men (mostly men back then) who had varying degrees of expertise in chemistry and optics. Who tackled the steep learning curve of shutter speeds, apertures, depth of focus, film speeds, camera shake, mixing chemicals to develop the film and enlarging the photographs in a darkened bathroom (Yes, that’s what made those stains in the bath). Nowadays anyone can press the button on their smartphone and take technically perfect photographs without knowing what happens ‘under the hood’.

When I was a kid overseas travel was for the very wealthy or explorers. In 2018 there were over 72 million overseas holiday trips from the UK.

As a genuine ‘Oldie’ the startling thing is the speed of change. Thirty years ago the internet didn’t exist. Social media was sending a picture postcard or picking up the telephone and dialling a number. Next time you re out for a meal just see how many people have their phone on the table, texting, browsing, tweeting, or Facebooking. I reckon that the next step will be an implant over your right ear so that you can instantly call or receive information without touching a button. You will just say (Or perhaps even just think!) “Call Mary” or ‘What time is kick off at Manchester City?” or “Is it going to stay fine in Auchtermuchty?”

Maybe one day someone in Uzbekistan or some other unlikely place will push a button on a computer and switch off our electronic devices. Just spend a moment thinking of what would happen if everyones broadband went down. For instance, how long would it take for all the supermarkets to run out of supplies?

Empty trolley
(Doreen has just looked at what I have written as I prepare to publish onto the blog.
She says I am rambling. I don’t care, it’s about the only exercise I get)

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