I still think the world is made for my generation: I have an ipad; I listen to Maroon 5; and I am on level 37 of Smurf's Village. Ergo, I belong in the 21st Century. On the other hand, I have also lived through 7 British Prime Ministers; 8 US Presidents; numerous war-like-NATO-supported invasions of countries I've never visited; God only knows how many episodes of Friends, and the ra-ra skirt. I can also recollect all phases of Madonna's career.
In other words, I've been around for a while, but can keep up sufficiently with modern culture and technological innovations to still feel 'in touch'. Or so I think. Every once in a while something happens which makes me realise I am kidding myself....
....So, I've got the kids in the car and I play some 'drive time' music. On goes the best of George Michael (and Wham!). We are all happily singing along to 'wake me up before you gogo' when I realise it's close to 30 years old. OMG where has the time gone? In FB Timeline terms, this is the equivalent of my mum playing Glen Miller and Bing Crosby to me back in the 1970s. How has this happened?
Right now, my kids are still young enough to think that I am the best thing since sliced bread. They think it great that they (and their mates) see me running around their school track in the morning. But I realise I am on borrowed time...soon my plodding will become a source of huge embarrassment. As they transition from 'young' to 'youth', I fear I will soon see how uncool I really am. In the meantime, I'm off to download the latest Bowie album...
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