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There is no doubt that in exchanging a self-centered for a selfless life we gain enormously in self-esteem.


For some reason, this building above says more 1982 to me than it does 1973. Now, 1982 I remember, and I think that it may have been slightly rubbish. Not even Eye of the Tiger or Come on Eileen could retrieve this stinker of a year.

In fact, I can't help but feel that the whole of the 1980s kind of sucked. So did the 1990s for that matter. Actually, this decade needs to pull its socks up to avoid getting the thumbs down. If I'm honest, I'd have to say that it's all been downhill from 1760. Now that was a good decade.
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Doc said…
Sure, 1760 was a good decade, but why 1760?

Also, I'd have to agree that the 80's and 90's sucked, but 1997 was a very good year for me.

Doc
18 January 2009 at 13:11
Miles McClagan said…
I like the 1760s too, steam engine progress as a hot topic seems a lot better to discuss around a hearty glass of mead than Celebrity Big Brother...

The 90s? Well, it had Warrant...
18 January 2009 at 18:11
USelaine said…
Pity me, for the 80s were the decade of my twenties. Bad, bad, bad fashion, selfish capitalist values, disco, Patrick Nagel lithographs, and cocaine. At least I had the 70s for my teens.
18 January 2009 at 20:11
Anonymous said…
Now I was a teenager in the 80s, and although at the time it was really angst-ridden, with the passage of time I do feel quite nostalgic about it.

A few years ago (2002 I think) I was on holiday in Greece and went to a club with a friend. It was playing 80s music, and as soon as Come On Eileen came on we were up there dancing. And then I looked round and realised we were the only people in the entire place that remembered the song the first time round - pretty much everyone else there wouldn't have been born yet. Talk about a crushing realisation - it was like my own mortality staring me in the face and laughing cruelly.
19 January 2009 at 01:01
blackie said…
In 1982 I had a cyst behind my knee - spotted by the lollipop man on my way to school. I imagine my parents were building up to the divorce that would happen a couple of years later. We lived in Traralgon - a flat, culture-less wasteland. My half sister came to visit and we played with strawberry shortcake dolls. I forgot to wear undies to school under my stockings one day and she teased me mercifully. I went to my fist party and discovered the delights of 'frog in the pond'. I had a spring-loaded 'jumbuck' in the back yard made out of an old 40 gallon drum. My best friend lived 3 doors down, she had a fort that took up most of the garden. Ah memories. I'll stop now before I start to warp into Clive James (not a good look for a female...or a male).
19 January 2009 at 08:33
Kris McCracken said…
Doc, the Seven Years' War, Frederick the Great, the development of the steam engine, Catherine the Great, what’s not to like?

Miles, did Warrant do anything other than Cherry Pie? I preferred Mr Big...
21 January 2009 at 14:30
Kris McCracken said…
Elaine, I am sure that the prevalence of cocaine had nothing to do with bad music, bad clothes and bad haircuts.

Jackie, my Henry loves to dance to Come on Eileen, so he could have joined you on the dance floor.

You weren’t locked in a bedroom listening to The Smiths over and over were you? I hope that it was The Smiths, and not something ordinary like New Order or the Cure...
21 January 2009 at 14:32
Kris McCracken said…
Blackie, I have developed a certain fondness for Clive James as I age. He is a far better writer, and has a far keener mind than I ever assumed before.
21 January 2009 at 14:33
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