I am currently in the process of working my way through
the boxed set of Life on Mars starring the very fanciable
Philip Glenister as DCI Gene Hunt (alias the Gene Genie).
|I'll come quietly mister!|
It's about a man who finds himself back in 1973 after a car accident
and oh! how I envy him even though he's not actually too chuffed
about it all.
Life was somehow simpler in those days.
I had just set out on married life full of, as it turned out,
misplaced optimism and even though money was
very tight and holidays were for other people not us,
I actually understood the rules.
Ask me now and I would have to say that sometimes
I don't even know what game I'm playing anymore
leave alone how to get across the board once
I've thrown a six.
|Deviant, teenage Furby.|
This morning, for my sins, I have actually witnessed a Furby
being fed, and toileted I might add, by means of a pink
i-pad placed in its vacinity and I started to have
very serious doubts which planet I was on.
Cops & Robbers circa 2014
What happened to wholesome, old-fashioned "dollies"
and doll's clothes to take on and off with chubby little fingers?
Does anyone play out down the alley anymore at Cops & Robbers,
Doctors & Nurses or Cowboys & Indians?
Silly me, cap guns were banned years ago.
What's a grazed knee or two between friends?
Who catches tiddlers at the rec, dices with death on a "proper"
swing in an attempt to reach the bumps over hard,
solid concrete or goes scrumping for apples over the
neighbour's back fence? Nobody.
That's more like it!
From what I can see, the only visible thread which stretches
across the years and generations is a love of building
dens from whatever is to hand - old cardboard boxes,
chairs draped with outmoded curtains or, better still,
under the stairs wearing jinkies by torchlight.
I wonder when some bright spark will come up with
a flatpack version? It's only a matter of time ....
Beam me up someone - please,
I've forgotten where I put my jacks and I fancy a game.