As I wander the highways and byways, dodging the showers, I frequently reflect on my past personas. Of late my musings have most often centered on the wide eyed, naive ,young idealist of the sixties. Those were the days when I marched for civil rights,against the Vietnam War, and in support of the miners. Then I believed that change for the better was within reach, now nearly fifty years later I know that was but a pipe dream. Still those were good days, when I could drink more than Lord Playboy does, and chasing girls was still an option, as
now and again I caught one. Unfortunately when one moves forward from there one is faced with the Thatcher years, and the growing sense of disillusionment that they brought. Perhaps in some alternative universe that young man is still marching, but here only the cynical,grumpy husk remains to wonder if somehow it could all have turned out differently.

General Mackevili wrote:Mr who?

Mr.Butch, my exercise partner, and bodyguard. He is a pit bull terrier, who after a brief sojourn at Rory's Irish Pub, retired to rural Takeo.

takeoman wrote: Unfortunately when one moves forward from there one is faced with the Thatcher years, and the growing sense of disillusionment that they brought. Perhaps in some alternative universe that young man is still marching, but here only the cynical,grumpy husk remains to wonder if somehow it could all have turned out differently.

I saw the train wreak coming, and when Thatcher got in I left England never to return. You've convinced me I did the right thing


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Firstly, the whole multiverse theory (which I really loved) is currently an invalidated theory.

GonzoBobH wrote:Firstly, the whole multiverse theory (which I really loved) is currently an invalidated theory.

You have a tendency to take things both too literally and too seriously. We are in the Asinine Arena, I chose to post in this strange dumping ground for the ludicrous and bizarre because my semi senile mutterings have no place in the real world.