10th September 2019
I needed a hair cut, but according to Kelli I needed one weeks ago. It wasn’t exactly down by my knees, but not easy to style. So I rang my regular guy and agreed a time in the afternoon.
This gave me enough time to finish the privacy screen and cut timber for the log store,
I walked up the road to the bus stop, and waited a few minutes or it to arrive.
I’m getting used to this mode of transport, and it doesn’t bother me that it gets full of people of similar age. I did notice that most of the people getting on were using their bus passes. The journey in to Bath was marred by an old guy who had a hacking cough, so loud that the windows rattled. It was a death cough if ever I heard it, so I looked around to see if the bus had a defibrillator. It didn’t, so I guess the driver would just open the door and chuck him out.
I arrived at Hair Connections, and Mike was pleased to see me. He open up a bottle of Prosecco, and after two glasses I didn’t care what my hair looked like, although he didn’t have a lot to work with to start with.
I’m always amused with hairdressers, and whether they actually cut much off rather than just moving it about, but I think he did a good job, I certainly felt a bit light headed, although the wine didn’t help.
Back at the bus station, I overheard some older people talking. They kept mentioning “The good old days” when things were this and that. I hope I never fall into that trap, I don’t believe those days were better, just different. I accept that petrol was fifty pence a gallon, but I was earning ten quid a week. The cars we drove weren’t very good. Motoring was a race to between the engines blowing up or the body rusting away, that’s why you joined the AA or RAC, just so you could get home. I used to drive to work with a trolley jack and full tool box in the boot. Many a time when I had to do repairs on the side of the road, there is not that uncertainty today.
It is true that younger people are more fixated by social media and smart phones. They have no friends, they don’t go out, the only excise they get is going to the toilet, and they eat shit. The “Good old days” had three television channels, now there are hundreds, but “Dads Army” is still shown on them.
So to hear people talk that way makes me smile, I enjoyed my generation, it was significant, and I have traveled this road, picking up new technology and making it work for me. I have gained experience that no-one will ever ask me for, and for everything new I have learnt, I’ve forgotten something old, which usually means my bloody password.
Another Lifetime to go 