When I was 19, getting pissed and partying, with school receding into distant memory, and university finals still a long way away, hangovers were something that happened to other people, and I was made of rubber and kevlar. I could run the 2.4km of the British Army’s basic fitness test in a little under 9 minutes. I had enough money from loans, parental indulgence, holiday jobs and the TA to do more or less whatever I wanted. I had no responsibilities and the body as one ex-girlfriend said “of a Greek God”. Skiing seemed to be free – often provided by the Army, when it wasn’t by parents, and when you’re a 19 year-old officer cadet, chalet girls throw themselves at you in Dick’s T Bar. life couldn’t get any better.
Couldn’t and didn’t.
Life is a little more complicated now. Money vanishes, however quickly I earn it. I have little free time, and when I do, I am tired. I cannot party till 4 am, then go play rugby, which when I get trampled by a 20-stone prop, hurts more than I seem to remember. I no longer bounce. Shoulders have been dislocated many times. Knees ache. I wheeze round that same fitness test in around 12 minutes (which is a big, fat, freddy FAIL, even if I can do more press-ups than back then). People rely on me. I do have enough money, now, but it’s taken a decade to get there. If I look like a God, it’s Buddah. Or maybe one of the bad ones from the Disc World.
The fact is, for most people, the best time of your life is 15-25.
The reason most people think “life was better back in the day” is because for them, (and me and everyone else over 35) it was. People fondly imagine a better world, but its just that you felt less pain and responsibility as a teenager. No-one sets off brightly into the world wanting to sit at a desk and talk to people on the phone all day. No-one tells you the pressure of the mortgage, bills, the tax return and all the shit you deal with as an adult. The ability to have a fucking Mars bar at the supermarket checkout whenever you want is scant consolation for all the rest of the crap. Not only are people reliant on you, the fact you’re not PM, decorated war hero, racing driver, star of stage and screen, or billionaire entrepreneur you set out to be, is a itch at the back of your mind. Why didn’t I get there?
Yet, on any measurable metric, the world is better than it was in the 70’s and 80’s. People live longer, there’s less racsim, the world is not threatened by global thermonuclear war, crime is down, cars are better. People who wear flares or Euro-Fluro weightlifting pants are rightly laughed at. Yet people still hanker after that better yesterday they remembered. Because they were young and confident. And now they’re (we’re) washed up failures.
This is why I despise UKIP. This hankering for a better yesterday is futile. Bringing back grammar schools won’t make the baby-boomer’s lives pan out any better than it did. UKIP is about fetishising a few tokenistic policies, and blaming Eurocrats and immigrants for the fact that John from Solihull is now a small-town accountant, not a premiership footballer. It’s not David Cameron’s fault you’re no longer banging 19 year-old lovelies, any more than Gerhardt Shroeder is responsible for your pay-packet.
The UK isn’t “full”
The EU isn’t “ripping us off”
“LibLabCon” aren’t “all the same”
It doesn’t cost £50m per day. That’s a GROSS figure you dribbling morons.
There is no “political elite”, though there are professional politicians, this isn’t the same thing.
David Cameron isn’t “a closet Europhile”
There’s no conspiracy.
You’re just an angry twat who’s stopped listening because he doesn’t like the answer, and can’t tell the difference between personal and national decline. “Common sense” you say? That’s just what stupid people do instead of thinking.
It’s just Ano-Domini. We all grew up. All except UKIPpers who’re still stamping their feet, blaming whoever’s nearest for their own inadequacies. And boy, are there a lot of those.
UKIP: A contemptible party of by and for stupid, angry people.
http://bracken.uk.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/07/logo-2.png00Malcolm Brackenhttp://bracken.uk.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/07/logo-2.pngMalcolm Bracken2014-02-27 16:36:002017-07-21 01:43:13Hankering after a Better Yesterday