.... and no one can make me. When my mother died the whole street turned out to watch the funeral cortège pull away. The workmen at the roadworks turned off the machines, took off their hard hats & bowed their heads. The funeral director was a mate from school and the vicar drank in our local. How many of us will depart this world, these days, in that way?
Each passing year seems to harbour less and less respect in people. I'm only in my late 30's and I can tell a big difference today from when I was younger. Likes of the crematorium just seems to be a production line of bodies these days like it's an every day factory job where nothing is sacred anymore. It's more worrying when I think of what is to come for my son in the years ahead.
Thinking about the crazy world my grandsons will grow up in just terrifies me ............. my childhood was so simple it seems like a dream now. We were just daft kids until we were 16 ........... these days it's more like 10, what pressure children live in these days.
My duaghters are only 5 & 7 and will proudly say they are doing well, little-un was elected to school council and also played mary in the nativity, eldest is in advanced classes for this that and the other, starting to get very pissed off at parents pointing fingers at my girls for not wanting to play with them, had a situation today where a mother had gone up the school saying my eldest had said summat, after a morning of interrogation the ugly little twat admitted lying to the teacher, tbf she couldnt give a ****e but why cant folk see the faults in there own children, mine are no angles, far from it, pair of bitches, take after there mother
me anarl marra... I always seem to have make a cuppa tea at the 'sad' part of a film!!! The bairns have cottoned on to me like
As an older one I have a slightly opposite view about the modern world. My long term mate who is 83 has been diagnosed with aggressive cancer and given about 2 months to live. Our history began in 1957 and stayed strong through the years. In this modern world I can chat to him via IPad and we have had some fair old reminisces. We talked about us coming home to see him but he took the pragmatic view that with the use of modern technology we could still have a face to face chat but switch off when we had enough and pick it up again later.
When I was a kid we all grew up together, lived in the same village and looked after each other. These days we're scattered around but always look to keep a hold on 'home'. We never needed to 'keep in touch' ............ we were in touch.
It's hard to put a finger on where things are going wrong but I can only look to what I saw as a kid myself to guess. I done daft things when I was younger but always had respect for my elders, if i stepped completely out of line then I got a clip for it. Had a few friends that went the wrong way & started to pinch cars & burgle peoples houses, could have easily fell into the same trap through peer pressure but decided to take up boxing instead at Lambton Street, learnt alot there about respect & the few times iv'e bumped into the lads from down there they are still good lads that have morals. Most of the people that I know around my age bracket are decent blokes but some of the younguns that knock about these days are ****ing feral, reason seems to be incomprehensible to some of them. All I can say I will do is try my best to make sure my son grows up to be a good man, it's the least I can do as a dad.
Pit villages, like the ones I grew up in, rarely needed the polis .......... things were sorted out by the community. These days, if we're honest, there is no community and never will be again. When we were kids we'd push the boundaries until someone gave us a clip. That clip could've been from anyone ......... if it was justified no one would ever say a word, these days it would be a court case.
It's turning into a dog eat dog world unfortunately mate, nobody really seems to give a toss about the next poor sod. It's the look after number 1 mentallity these days, people always trying to get one over on each other for the sake of it, too much watching **** like big brother & ****ing orange county housewives or whatever it's called.
In the village I grew up in I was always told the neighbours were 'Uncle Tommy & Auntie Meggie'. I'd do little jobs for them, go to the shops, take them some coal & dig a path through the snow to the midden. I didn't find out, until years late, that they were just elderly neighbours on a pension, not relatives at all. Could that happen these days?
****, just watched that video like youv'e posted brings back some good memories that. I was brought up on He-Man & Thunder Cats as a bairn, modern day equivalent would probably be Drag-Man & Political Correctness Cats or something. Wasn't that long ago saw two lasses come into my local, get drinks and not say a word to each other but sit & text the full time apart from when they had finished to say where should we go next. What's the point, may as well have just sat in the house drinking & playing with there phones would have saved them a few bob at least.
