The Future is in Safe Hands………….NOT!

Heading rapidly toward 50 as I am it’s so reassuring to know that our future is in the safe hands of the young. I work in an office full of 20 something’s many who are graduates and most who have at least had a decent education. Last week one of the girls , let’s call her Lisa as that’s her name, declared she was worried about her friends baby. Obviously being a parent I was concerned and asked her what the problem was.
“They don’t seem to be feeding her right they only ever give it milk” she said.
” How old is the baby ” I asked
” She’s a week old now”
Lisa is 19 years old and a business undergraduate at a decent university!!!! If this is what our education system and modern families are turning out we are really deep in it.

Prog Rocker and Proud of It

After having to listen to my sons choice in music pounding out from his bedroom and talking to the girls in the office I’m proud to be a rocker and a child of my times. I’ve tried listening to the dross Harry plays but even an old fashioned bloke likes me quickly tires of foul language, misogynist lyrics and a bass line that shakes my fillings.

I realised my age and tastes when a girl at work told me she likes to listen to old music from the 90’s !!!!!! She then completed my total disappointment in her by telling me she was going to a Steps concert!!

The blank look she gave me when I reeled off some of my musical tastes told me it was almost time to book a Saga holiday.

So here we go in no particular order a list of what I like, no apologies just great music and some of the most overblown and ridiculous lyrics your ever likely to hear. Listen to Peter Gabriel in his pomp and just wish there was somewhere you could get up and do a karaoke  version of Suppers Ready all 28 odd minutes of it!

Genesis – Kate Bush – Led Zeppelin – Saxon – Magnum – Thin Lizzy – Jethro Tull – Rush – Yes – Marillion

ps I do like some more recent music but I think we all go back to what we grew up with, when we were young, handsome and didn’t have to breathe in at the swimming baths!

My New Pet Hate


What is this ungodly creation with a life of its own. No matter how much you scrunch it up it reanimates and grows from its place in the bin pushing out anything in its way. Like some Giant Hogweed it’ll start to take over!

At least with the moulded plastic wrapping you know you’ll need scissors and will probably slash a major artery on its razor sharp edges but when it goes in the bin it stays there.

And while I’m at I’ve also realised I hate cardboard, jiffy bags and bubble wrap!! Time to pack it in (pun totally intended)!