There seems to be a theme predominating the blogging biosphere which I inhabit - it's nostalgia fest time! There are many other, very worthy, subjects on the periphery, yet it is an overwhelming surge of looking back, not forwards that I am confronted by each time I log on. This social media format seems perfect for an age group, whose roots were planted before the 70's and, as such, are comfortable with Duran Duran and UB 40, whilst "digging" Bob Marley, Led Zep. Queen and Status Quo?
My worry is that this might indicate a very negative slant on our outlook of the future - we've already lived through the best bits and it's all downhill from here on in? I'm guilty as charged - I frequently use memories to keep this rambling nonsense up-dated, but haven't, yet, given up hope. The best is still to come, and that is something of which I am convinced. Seeing my grandchildren grow into adulthood - there can be, in my opinion, no more rewarding process, assuming they do so without turning into anti-social, half-witted, benefit cheats! Always look on the bright side - eh? If I do my bit, then there will be no problems - as I hold the rudder of the "Good Ship Wrathall". I have a responsibility, to my family, that ensures the teachings of my parents, and of theirs before, are not not lost in a swirling haze of politically correct diatribe - we need to concentrate on this is right, that is wrong! It's a very simple concept to understand for anyone with half a brain. Be nice, not horrible - how much more does education, in 2016, need to do to produce citizens who can function normally within global society?
Right, get off that soap box and on to another one! I have been very lax with my blogging stuff, of late. There has been very little going on around Newlands, unless Wood Pigeons and House Sparrows are of interest? My fishing has revolved around a very small section of drain, resulting in a good number of pike landed, but nothing worthy of note beyond "it's another double!" I'm living life in limbo - there is hope, just beyond the horizon, but they keep moving the goal posts! Bev and I will arrive at Quality Street, sometime soon, but we've got to be patient - can't have HM Revenue & Customs going without, that's illegal - just ask AMAZON, Sir Philip Green and Mike Ashley. Yes you have to pay your taxes - even when you're dead? It get's even better - I have to pay tax on the money that remains, because Dad was too honest about his business dealings. Only in rip-off Britain can the hard working man be subjected to such an unjust system whilst other, scrounging tossers, can have it off - and you wonder why I voted for "Brexit"? Things were so much fairer before "The Common Market" - that's what we joined, not the Germanic Federal Europe, too many of my relatives died fighting for me to feel anything, other than patriotic, when voting out!