Constantly Lowered Great Expectations

Just read it, not as good as I thought it would be

To be honest I just haven’t had any cool ideas to write about, but I promised that I would churn out some shite once a week and I think I’m about 10 days late. I am studying as well as teaching and the studying is hard going which means that with my longer running promise to myself to make music and videos, my extra free time has been spent drinking and playing tower defence games, no really.

I’m not going to write about what I am studying, it’s teaching theory and to be honest I’m doing my essay and I realised that I didn’t understand any of it so I am just reading examples to use the actual book learning they did by quoting them. It’s very boring.

I was going to talk about something, not the fucking election or any of that stuff. I honestly could rant on about Israel, that’s crazy eh? But no, this is a place of mirth and frivolity, let us not introduce such dour and lacrimose conjecture, into this verbal forest of Pan

Ok so yes I remembered my thought, this is going to be such a let down. One thing that I have been doing is watching old BBC sitcoms and 70s films, they are so comforting and also strangely innocent. This is something that middle aged men seem to go through even if they are not members of the hermit community. (Hermit Community, good name for a band that)

Just revisiting stuff from just before you were born, like it was there when you were a kid, and of course like Dad’s Army and Monty Python, those are like modern day religion for a certain type of British people, like you wouldn’t actually do it because it’s so cringey after about 13 years old, but you just know all of the songs and sayings and you probably wouldn’t, but in certain circumstances you could go and enjoy that show where the ones who are still alive get together and reenacts their greatest hits and everyone sings along to Always Look on the Bright Side of Life and get’s a bit teary because you know, everyone dies.

So anyway, I was watching Reggie Perrin and he’s this frustrated bald guy with grown up kids who has no life. Leonard Rossiter just has this amazing sadness, I mean ‘hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way’
But then I realised that it’s about turning 40, but then like compared with me, like I know I am weird, I realise it more and more, people my age own houses and stuff, but just that level of sadness at 40, like I know it’s a cartoon, but it’s so unimaginable. Like he is a London guy with a good job and a house, but they still exist, not so many and they are not as comfortable, but it’s not that freakish, but just how old he looks.

This is some amazing observation and insight right here. It just is always fun to point out how quickly people aged. Like those first pictures of working class people in the 1910s and there are these teenagers who are tiny but they all look like Wayne Rooney and would kick the shit out of you.