Upper Classman

Good Old Days

A comfy chair in front of a warm fire. Staring in to the roaring flames and thinking about distant, beloved memories. Stories you heard when you were a child. Things your grandfather used to say while he smoked a pipe and talked about the good-old days–Now, seriously, who doesn’t like the sound of this?

Let’s face it, people, we used fossil fuels because that was what came naturally to us; it just seemed like a very good idea at the time. Someone else who has something to say on this matter speaks out at the following link.

I think it’s time to stop saying “why did we do that?” We shouldn’t keep blaming ourselves for using fossil fuels–because well, what exactly is the point? It doesn’t get us anywhere, does it? We just go round and round in circles. Now, if we could all put as much energy in to working out what our future sources of power are going to be, wouldn’t that be something?

I enjoyed reading the aforementioned article for several reasons: firstly, I found myself thinking about things from other people’s points of view. I found myself thinking about what would happen if I had a large family. How would I save energy? And that, in turn, got me thinking about other things: like how having a big family would be different from my life now. What with all the things that it would entail, how would I possibly find time to think about saving energy?

That’s the beauty of blogs like this: they give you a different perspective. This is something we all need, in order to see the bigger picture.

Gone Are The Days

There are so many words in the English language that it’s no surprise at all that once prestigious everyday words like Dapper and Smart and Suave have got lost amongst the common ones. These once fantastic words have been replaced by common-as-muck ones such as Innit, sweet and Bruva. How our Dapper, bow-tie wearing ancestors would turn in their grave if they could see the modern world now and what a state it is in! (Indeed, I do hope they are not turning in their graves, because if they are then they may well be spinning around so much that they feel eternally sick. And being dead is bad enough alone without that, isn’t it?)

Of course, Dapper is out now and it may well never make a return. How sad! Instead of bow-ties and smart shoes it’s all about denim, ripped clothes and looking as low-class as possible. Seriously, it is, and why not bop your head to awful modern non-dapper music while you are at it! It’s got bad, people. It’s got to the point that if you say to someone “dear Gentleman, may I ask you how to find the theatre?” the gentleman (who is in fact not a gentleman in any way, and is probably wearing a horrible plastic looking jacket), will look at you as if to say “what planet did you come from? Sling your hook and take your silly dapper clothing with you, get out of my face, and why not get Face lift surgery while you are at it!”

Indeed, a face can say a lot. Bring back all things Dapper, we need it and we need it now!

It’s Odd!

Society is a bit odd, isn’t it? People make gigantic assumptions based on almost nothing. If you are a down and out living on the street then you are instantly bad and not to be trusted, because when given money you will, definitely, buy a whole bag of drugs. Likewise, if you own an expensive car then you are, without doubt, the CEO of a money-grabbing evil empire. And what about if you wear high heels and a short skirt? Well, there’s no way you can be intelligent, just not way, forget it–same for independent financial advisors too…what could they possibly know about art and culture?

Well get this for news: apparently Shakira, yes, Shakira the blonde (“Whenever, wherever, we’re meant to be together–”) bombshell who had a few hits a few years ago, has an extremely high IQ. I’m talking near genius, make Stephen Hawking look a bit dim level (well…almost). And remember the Rocky films? Aha, well if you’re an expert then you’ll recall Rocky doing battle with Dolph Lundgren. In fact, you’ll recall Dolph being a nasty piece of work who towered over Rocky (let’s face it, Bob Hoskins is almost as tall–) and beat seven shades out of him with his massive long arms.

Here’s my point. You really never can tell what someone is like just by looking at them. I’ve met sour-faced people who turned out to be the kindest people I have ever met and I’ve met smiley people who make Ming The Merciless look sympatheti!