I remember my Dad telling me the Bands of his era, Glenn Miller type, were the greatest. The Beatles and Stones would never last. He never said his young days were the best, he was fighting a war and born in the Great Depression. Same for my Grand Parents.
I was among the first generation that was
The Best Days. 60s, 70s, 80s and 90s. Were fantastic all on a wave of easy money and exports. 40 years of great living. OK we didn't have Youtube and iPads, somehow we struggled by.
Today my life is still great, enough money to last my days out, a great family and living in a country that beats the UK into a cocked hat.
OK my health is fucked, but I'm alive, so is Eva and that's two miracles to be happy about.
The one downside to my life is the slow death, or shrinkage to a shadow of it's former self, of the business I was in or around for most of the 50 years. Sorry if reminding you of the times when it was harder to get into and easier to make money once in, upsets some. Sorry if I don't think the relentless pursuit of traffic is the prime prime key to riches. I come from a time when selling to the most people possible was the prime key. Think about it.
If my comments and digs upset you, sorry. Some of you need to look at your replies and think to yourself.
"If I think like this while I'm young, how will I be in 30 years time?" Especially if I'm not as successful as I thought.
Yes, with a bit of luck you'll all reach your 60s and have great memories of the days when people bought porn online. Think about it.
Off to walk the dog, jigsaws are put away until winter. Then off to the gardening centre for more plants.