25 Years

My son has his 25th birthday tomorrow, and to celebrate, we're going over to the Wairarapa to have a quiet lunch at the Tirohana Estate near Martinborough.  To non-Kiwis reading this, the Wairarapa is a mostly agricultural area to the East of Wellington, accessible via a very steep and windy mountain road over Rimutaka, and is visited heavily at the weekends by many Wellingtonians and other denizens of the Hutt Valley.

Simple Joys

What our friend got for her 80th Birthday

Yesterday, we went to a friend's 80th  Birthday Lunch.  She had arranged a large table at SOI restaurant in Wellington, at Evans Bay.  It was a very civilized method of celebration, good food and drink (I only had 1 beer as I was driving) no mess, all washing up taken away.

What Hugh Hefner got for his 80th Birthday (life sucks sometimes)

Because my beloved's back was still pretty sensitive, we didn't drive there in my FWD, but took her little MX5 instead. (It hurts her back climbing up into my rather chunky Isuzu).
As it was a warm, almost hot day, we put down the top.
As her back was sore, I drove
Yippee.

Racing (within the speed limit of course) along in an open sports car, on a warm and sunny day is a joy.  With the wind blowing through the few strands of hair remaining on my scalp, and the G-forces pulling at the sagging flesh, it was great.  It made me feel young again.
Until my beloved mentioned (with a grimace) that the terribly high speed (95 kph on the motorway) was causing her back to spasm, and could I slow down to sensible speeds.
It was a sports car for God's sake, it was supposed to go fast.
But I acquiesced, it was her car, and I didn't want to cause her any pain.
So I slowed down.

DO you have any idea what it feels like to be driving an open topped sports car on a warm sunny day, being overtaken by grannies on pushbikes?
I exaggerate slightly, but not by that much.
Mature Asian ladies, gripping the steering wheel in a death grip were overtaking us in 20 year old Ford Lasers.
Learner drivers in Smart cars were zipping past us.
Dump trucks carrying laden skips were leaving us in their dust.
Even a guy on a horse trotted past.
But my beloved's pain was reduced, so it was worth it.  Really.

Two more days of school, then my pain will be reduced.
I think we (the Time Table Committee) are going to set up the form classes and the SSR groups today.
Joy.

T W O   M O R E   D A Y S.



I will survive.

We will survive.

AND I WILL HAVE MY REVENGE

1952

Morning Sun - 1952 (Edward Hopper)

1952 in Scotland was a strange and alien place compared with New Zealand in 2010.

Everything appeared grey. 

The buildings, no matter the original colour, were a uniform grey/black, caused by almost a century of coal smoke.

People were grey.  You don't get a lot of sunshine in Scotland, and sun-bathing was not accepted as being quite proper.  Holidays in foreign climes, where the sun actually was strong enough to cause tanning, was only for the rich.

People were grey, they didn't wash much.  A weekly bath was enough for most.  Showers were virtually unknown.

The clothes were grey.  Or blue, or brown.  Men wore no other colours, except for their ties.  But wore grey coats.

The food was grey.  Everything was cooked thoroughly.  Vegetables were boiled almost to a pulp, meat was cooked well done, 'just to make sure.'  ( There were cases of parasitic infestation caused by eating beef and pork which were contaminated with worm cysts)

Everything appeared primitive to our modern eyes.

Deluxe model (note gramophone player underneath)

TVs were just starting to appear in middle class homes (Oh yes, the class system covers the country like a grey and cloying smog), were only in black and white, and the BBC only broadcast for about 12 hours each day.  Radio was still a very popular medium.

Phones were clumsy and made of Bakelite.  The rotary dial was great for local calls, but you had to use an operator for trunk calls to England and abroad.  Mobile phones just didn't exist.

All food was bought fresh.  Wives had to go shopping at the local stores almost every day.  Refrigerators were just coming into the price range of the upper working classes.  Food rationing was finally being phased out.

Chicken was expensive.  They were not intensively reared, and actually tasted of chicken.  A roast chicken was often the centerpiece of a celebratory meal, like Christmas.

National Service

National Service was compulsory.  The education system reflected the military hierarchical structure.  Classes were regimented, discipline in schools was very strict.  Religious services were also compulsory in schools. No excuses, you attended or else.

School leaving age was 14, although many stayed on.

State schools were divided into two types.  Grammar schools for the academically able, and Secondary Moderns for the rest.  Trade skills were pre-eminent in the curriculum of the Secondary Moderns.

Latin and Greek were compulsory in the grammar schools.

University entrance was difficult to obtain.  Only the top 5% academically (or the rich) went for a degree.

Cars were expensive.  Only the middle and upper classes could afford to buy and run them.

Air travel was only available to the wealthy.  A return trip to the USA cost about 3 years pay for a working man.

Smallpox was still a major killer in Asia and Africa.  Smallpox (and TB) vaccination was compulsory.  You had to produce a smallpox vaccination certificate for foreign travel.

Computers were very large, very expensive, and were found only in Universities, Major businesses and Government.  They used valves (transistors had been invented, but not yet in mass production), and could only be operated by trained personnel, using teletype machines for input and output.

It wasn't all bad.  There were some advantages to living in 1952.

No AIDS.
No antibiotic resistant bacteria.
No international terrorism.
Allergies and Asthma rates are very low compared with 2010.  It was a natural environment, with no massive influx of synthetic chemicals.
Polite behaviour was expected and enforced.
Any adult could discipline any child (within reason)
Corporal punishment was common in schools
Capital punishment was still used for murder
Unemployment was less than 3%


The reason I'm rabbitting on about 1952 is that it's very important to me.

58 years ago today, I was born in Scotland, in a wee town called Lanark

Have a nice day

Unfortunately I've got to go to work.

Unfortunately I've only received one bloody birthday card.

I don't bloody believe it.  58 years on this f*cking planet, and I get one, ONE card

From my dear daughter.

My beloved's in bed sound asleep, and I didn't even get a bloody card from her.
I'm pretty sure there will be one from her when I get home tonight, but at the  moment I'm wallowing in self-pity.

ONE BLOODY CARD

God help any kid who steps out of line today.  My self-pity is looking for a target.