Was thinking about nostalgia just t'other day.
When I were a lass, everyone over about 50 was OLD. The women wore polyester frocks and cardigans and bizarre plastic glasses and the men wore trousers that reached up to their chests, with braces and flat caps.

They were always telling young men to take their hands out of their pockets or tutting if a young woman showed more than a square inch of flesh between their neck and mid-calves. According to them, everything was rubbish, not like in t'war, when there was proper music an' everythin'.

Now I'm middle-aged, and where's the polyester? Where's the outrage? All the old people I know are out picking up a new sports car or flying off to Spain for a last-minute holiday.

Old people - they're not what they were in MY day.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Sun 27 Feb 2011, 18:01, 1 reply, 15 years ago)

I blame the 60s.

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Sun 27 Feb 2011, 18:03, Reply)

bloody baby-boomers

( Amberl was stripey and dominated Europe, Sun 27 Feb 2011, 18:13, Reply)