One of the things you can't fail to notice as you get older is how much the world has changed.
My father reckons his generation (he is 77) as seen more change than anyone.
When he was a boy no one he knew for instance owned a television, a car or travelled by aeroplane. He has seen the first atomic bomb, man on the moon and the internet. Admittedly as far as my dad is concerned the internet is some arcane magic device. He was brought up that if you worked hard and well you had a job for life.
When Dad was a boy there was little difference between his upbringing and his father's and his grandfather's.
I don't think I can quite match that but life has changed out of all recognition. I have this thing called a mobile phone which means I can be got hold of virtually anywhere. As I've said before how did we cope before mobiles? we are now all so indispensable!
When I started work I needed a bank account. The only bank that opened on a Saturday was Barclays. Shops still had half day closing. Breakfast TV may or may not have started. Certainly we saw a lot of the testcard
And blow me down the idea of opening Shops on a Sunday was unthinkable.
Now change is not always a bad thing but I am not convinced all this choice is good. All this weekend working may give us choice but is it really good for family unity? Is it good that we just stick the telly on?
Yes we have a certain amount of choice but do we have the maturity to go with it? We certainly lack the respect we used to have and if you look at some of the talentless morons who parade across our newspapers and TV you do despair.
And that's another thing Newspapers were Newspapers not scandel sheets. I suppose I long for older slower times. Of course as my father will tell you that the grass was not always greener.
I think I yearn for a society where people are not all me me me. A society where people are tolerant of each other.
All I can see at the moment is a society which is getting faster, more disparate and has less tolerance and respect.
I suppose that's why I love birding so much. I can pick up a pair of bins and go out and enjoy the quietness and solitude, the world is miles away and life simpler.
Will someone stop the world? I want to get off.