We noticed the gulf - but we use to try to pretend it’s just because were in that mad two children under 5; lucky we remember to put coats on stage of our life. but as Daisy edges out of the fuzz of small child we’re waking up the the real truth – we are just not hip, cool, or indeed in touch.
It’s questionable that we ever were; we we’re never the party animals, concert goers, clubers and even most movies just passed us by – but we were at least keeping up with the TV, comings and goings in most of the things ‘other’ people talked about, and then we went to India.
India – is (well it was in 2003) a bit different to the UK (well the 2003 version of it) – it was a culture shock, not as much as you think; because well you always just cope when you’re in the thick of it; it was however quite a life event, ‘an expericene’ is the best way to describe it – coupled with the near abandonment thing in New Delhi airport when our return Kergystan flight was cancelled, did make it one of those things we annoyed almost everybody with for many years to come.
We did however return from the ‘experience’ back to the lovely cosy – fast driving western world, and to recover from the shock we went to Bowness-on-Windermere – the most diametrically opposite place to Delhi we could find -it’s just looking back what we’re not sure of is if we ever returned from Bowness.
Here we are now in 2009 (apparently) as we are just so out of touch with everyone else – we’ve never seen x-factor (2005) – we don’t even watch strictly come dancing – and the last film we went out to see was I-Robot (2004); apparently there are all sorts of trendy bands and stuff now. increasingly conversations revolve around things we have little or no idea about – someone mentions how X on strictly has just done Y -
- “who’s X?”
- “o you know the one off – (some programme i didn’t even realise was still on - usually Holby City – which is some form of Casulty spin off i think)”
It’s not that we are living in the past – we’re very technically literate, and absorbing all sorts of things from the world, they just don’t appear to be the things everybody else is absorbing – so culturally we are stuck in bowness on 15th october 2003 – and if i’m honest – it’s quite nice.
For what passes as entertainment in the jump household – I offer this little insight.
there was some ‘nearly’ classic Winnie-the-pooh on playhouse Disney this morning, which had us all watching, especially as it’s coinciding with the reading of the Winnie-the-pooh stories at bedtime. they where mixing there stories so we had eeyore in the river, then his birthday.
Anyway I was interested to see just when we where talking about, so i did some interneting, and got to a few interesting things, including the fact that disney makes $1 billion dollars a year from pooh! also in 2000 the Canadian Medical journal published a paper about what was wrong with everyone in the hundred acre wood.
Apparently pooh bear has ADHD and OCD, Tigger is hyperactive and owl is dyslexic : yes, but it’s quite depressing to then read that given the chance the people who did the study would be drugging up half the forest – mainly to cure these problems. I don’t see why ?Pooh is perfectly happy with his lot, why does he need drugs, and if you took the bounce out of Tigger then everybody’s life would be sadder.
Did you know KITT was convertible?!
Kevin just read this article to me (almost word for word, since he was enjoying it so much), and I have one thing to say to Charlie Brooker – frankly, I’d have said it on the website, if they’d put comments on the article, but they didn’t, so I’m doing the second-best thing. I’m commenting on a little-known blog in a hidden corner of the internet where Mr Brooker will never venture.
The thing is, Charlie – may I call you Charlie? I read your column in the Grauniad, and I even watch your BBC4 TV show, when I remember – the thing is, that Michael Knight, a lone crusader in the dangerous world of a man who does not exist, he was my first love. I accept that David Hasselhoff has turned out, over the years, to be a bit of a nutter, but the fact remains that that Knight Rider stole my heart when I was seven, and there is nothing on this earth that you can do or say to change that.
We’re having a relaxed Saturday again, although i think we might go a little crazy if we stay in all day.
Daisy is ill, and has spent most of the morning lying on the couch being cute and reading her CBeebies magazine (i succumbed to ill cute in tesco). speaking of CBeebies, if you want to be outraged you should read the thread about the new cbeebies presenters – usally i go look at the cbeebies forums for a laugh1. it only takes five minutes and you find post like this:
“You only need to compare Chris and Pui’s stagey and lacklustre Recycling Song with the dynamic and powerful rendition delivered by the Sid-Andy axis to see that the writing was on the wall sometime back in ’07. Oh yes.”
i find it mildly amusing when people post like this, its just a level i never really think about with cbeebies – but the venom that some people appear to be spewing because the beeb have dared to put someone with a missing arm on the telly is quite shocking (but expected I suppose).
back in the jumps house – Daisy has gone to sleep on my leg… it’s very cute.
1 I would like to point out, i’ve never posted on the cbeebies forums, I haven’t yet reached that level.