I’ve finally realised I’m the product of a different
I’ve been quite happy to accept that policemen look younger these days (and should be called officers anyway) and I willingly embrace any new technology that comes my way.
True, I find much of the modern music an assault on my ears, but I felt that way in the ‘80s as well.
No, what finally made me start muttering about the ‘youth of today’ occurred at a football match at the weekend.
As I settled down to enjoy my half-time pie and Bovril – which should have been a burger and coke if I was on trend – I witnessed a teenager dig into his pocket and produce a bundle of change.
He proceeded to separate out the silver and then threw the remaining coppers away.
To say I was aghast would be an understatement.
When I was a lad I used to scour local building sites in search of returnable lemonade bottles to supplement my pocket money.
Okay, those were the days when a penny could buy you a chew which took the best part of half an hour to work your way through, but I just can’t get to grips with throwing money away.
Suddenly I’m feeling very old.