As we advance as a society, shouldn't things get better?
Well, music appears to be on a backwards journey.Have you noticed as you troll around the supermarket or shopping maaaarl as the Americans like to call them,all the Christmas songs are 30 years or more old. Last Christmas,I gave you my heart, children playing having fun, it's CHRISTMASSSS (thanks Noddy).
No new stuff to be the classics of twenty years on.
I've a pet hate, which is shared by both Darlo Sue and (oddly) my brother, people walking in to you I've had this now for such a long time, that I was beginning to feel like Annie the ghost from Being Human, who in the early stages of her ghosthood, couldn't understand why people couldn't see her. I feel like that when walking down a wide,sparsely populated street and someone walks in to me not head on, but from an angle, because I'm in their path to McDonalds or whatever, even at 7 in the morning, because "they're texting". A perfectly good activity, apparently whilst not apologising..
When shopping a task I hate and generally reserve for the small hours when most these chav fuckers are under their rocks breeding, I've been knocked out of the way because some victim of cheeseburger overdose has seen something on a supermarket shelf it wants and I just happened to be in the way.
As for holding doors open for people, which I do without reservation, only to be treated as it if was my job. We'll say no more about that.
I suppose it depends on how modern you suggest modern life is. For example, in 1981, I worked in a bingo house in Stone Cross West Brom, serving behind the bar, but during "sessions", people would put their hands up and I would scurry over in my black trousers and maroon velvet Dicky bow and serve halves of mild shandy at the table.
Considering I was raised in a poor working class household and I believe the competitive sport of Bingo is classed as a working class pursuit, yet I found the lack of manners quite astonishing.
As a teen, I read the likes of Punch and once read that if you have to snap your fingers in a restaurant, you're in the wrong restaurant. Of course, I was also raised on the concept that good manners cost nothing, so I wonder what happened to such a simple concept, lots of fingers got snapped in this Bingo pit.
One of the reasons for this on street shittiness, is the obsession with mobile phones. Now we all like a smartphone, those wonderful apps that tell you in an instant that your shoes are on or that noodles are half price in Ling Fat Noodle Co, Shanghai.
How we got along without this information at our fingertips in the 60s and 70s . Now, you can get a watch for four hundred pounds or so, which tells you what's going on in your pocket. My scrotum retracts in awe !
There's an album, Jefferson Airplane's Grace Slick and bassist Paul Kantner put out in the very early 70s, of which the inner sleeve features a poem (and I recite this from memory): We keep bugs in bottles, just to see how they behave and we watch them live their lives out from the cradle to the grave...
The concept of the poem and in many ways the album are that there's more to life than what is peddled to you by radio and television.
Forty years later, I see technology for technology's sake. Example,a fucking toothbrush that reports back to a smartphone. Thank you Braun, how would we avoid the life threatening problem of cavities if you'd not made this revelation available to us at such a reasonable price, buy now whilst stocks last.
The words dumbing down are far too gentle a description for what is happening to modern life. Low standards peddled, every direction you turn.
Monday evening, I met up with a former work pal and we we ended up in Frankie & Bennies. I got there first and was greeted by a pleasant young lad and sat at a table next to four teenage girls who obviously don't get out much judging by their noise and behaviour. I got up and picked up the menus I'd been handed only to be asked by the young lad who'd placed me at this table,"not leaving sir".My response was "No, I'm just moving away from the fucking Mickey Mouse club", gesturing to the four giggly fuckwits to my immediate right.
I will say about this hellhole, the staff were excellent, but the food and price wasn't. Someone suggested it's an upmarket McDonalds, but to be honest, that's an insult to McDonalds.
People today, appear to be farmed like veal calves to believe that dining experiences like Frankie & Bennies or Nando's are haute cuisine and they gobble down this concept and substandard processed food with gusto. In actual fact, the establishments charge top dollar for this slop whilst allowing vile behaviour from the spawn of the witless breeders who gravitate to these chain bedlams thinking they offer good value for money. The pot noodle generation has come home to roost.
A few weeks back, I had lunch in a Wetherspoons, a pasta dish which cost £ 4.75. It came with pieces of real bacon and a delicious sauce. The pasta was freshly cooked. No doubt, the sauce was from a plastic bag, but it was the second time I'd had a pasta dish in a Wetherspoons which had been superior to that eaten in posh Italian restaurants back when I was a marketing luvvy and someone else was paying.
The pasta dish I had on Monday featured penne which had been cooked a long time before I arrived, and then microwaved. The amount of chicken in the dish was negligible and the sauce nondescript. The single dish cost £ 11 and change (as the Americans say).
I won't detail the other dishes or their scandalous costs, all I will say it was all served to a very low standard.
Yet the place was full, lots of prams too.
At the same time, independent eateries are going out of business (pubs too) because they lack the marketing budget and don't have a ball pond to deposit the incontinent spawn.
It's a marketing man's (and the likes of that moon faced twat Cameron and his crew), an undemanding massive, who will swallow any old trash peddled to them. Buy that i phone 6, it's miles better than the i phone 5.
I saw a Facebook post (rehashed) about some witless tart saving up her child benefit for an i phone.
Probably the same cretin who claimed she'd "writed it down".
At the rate we're going, as a race,we're fucked. In the 1880s, it was snake oil, but it was peddled to a smaller number of gullible morons. These days, it's a global disease.
Crazy frog,angry birds, i phones, Pot noodle, Ferrero Rocher,X Factor. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the end of modern society. Make way for the Eloi and Morlocks doing Strictly for entertainment of course.