First post

Well here we go, the first post.
I'm not really sure where to start, but I thought I would start this blog to rant on a bit about the everyday things that set me off.
I don't think I can be alone in this and having reached the grand old age of 45, I feel writing just might help reduce my stress levels, and give me something to do rather than shouting at the TV.


Its hard to know where to start, so many things are just so annoying. Its not just the fact that I notice these things, its the fact that these things are being accepted into everyday life without comment or question. I don't really want to just launch into a list of irritations ( but give me time, I probably will ) it's more than likely been done before anyway. What I will do in this opening post is ask the question....Am I grumpy? Or am I alone in my thoughts and attitudes.

Let's get going.

THE YOUNGER GENERATION.

Ok, I inherited twin boys , they are now 14, its a second marriage thing. I have already brought up twin girls ( my own ) and they have turned out ok. That is probably due to being brought up in the late 70's and 80's, things were good then. Oh yes.
Back to the boys, its not them , but the world they are growing up in. They have never thought anything for years, no, they have fought fings ' and been 'finkin about stuff ' .
Am I alone in wondering when the T H went out of the English language ? . Mind you, they are not half as bad as the 'nouveau thick' I oft hear out and about and on TV and radio.
Are the inhabitants of the inner city, people from da street, da youff, Or indeed kids from down the road, convinced I/we are deaf when they speak to us ?. Because when I hear them talk on the radio or TV, or indeed down the road, and they ask, 'you know what I'm saying' or ' you know what I mean' , at the end of, or in middle of each sentence.
I really want to tell them, why yes, I indeed do know what your saying and yes of course I know what you mean. You are saying you know very little and you have no confidence in what you are implying . What's more, you are hinting that you doubt if I have the intelligence to understand your incoherent babble . Oh and by the way, why don't you take those ear plugs out from underneath your hood, that way maybe you will be able to here what I am saying. Also, why are you talking in a Jamaican / London accent, you're from middle class downtown Swindon.
But no , I don't say that, I say nothing like the rest of us. I mutter a lot.

Hey, leaving the plot for one line, try saying 'beer can' without sounding like a Jamaican asking for bacon. It will bug you .

Come to think of it, did your mother ever tell you to put up the hood on your duffel coat when you were young?. If she did, and you complied, I bet you took it down pretty smartish as soon as you were out of her all seeing gaze, no matter how cold it was.
Did you ever have a sweat shirt with a hood, when sweat shirts were first invented? I bet if you did it was only ever an annoying hump underneath your jacket, because really, you wouldn't be seen dead wearing a hood. Or, what used to be called a pom pom hat. They love them these days. Why, I thought global warming was making it warmer?
Won't it be funny when strings attached to gloves that go through the arms of your coat come back into fashion, how will the youff know what we are laughing about.

Another thing about the younger generation and the not so younger generation that should know better.....Mobile phones.

Mobile phones are great things, they keep us in touch, they enable us let our wife's know when we will be home for tea, they embarrass us when they go off in quite shops with our carefully chosen and witty ringtones that cost only £1.00 to download, and £3.00 a week for the rest of your life.

All that's well and good, so why when a group of, lets call them 'the young', but they are not the only culprits, yes, why, if there's a group of ' the young' gathered together in social or recreational situations, possibly never to be repeated experiences, have they got there phones welded to there ears. Can they not enjoy the time they in, with the people they are with, it seems not.

In the good old days, we enjoyed a day/night out with our friend's and those that couldn't be bothered turning up, we may have spent 2p on phoning them later to gloat about what a good time they had missed. A small pleasure, but well worth 2p.

I have no doubt the subjects mentioned in this first post will be visited again, but that's it for this session.

No offence is intended to manufacturers of duffel coats, ringtone sellers or Jamaican's in this rant.