To the older posters; Would you prefer to have been born later?

[Beach Hut]

What's wrong with diptheria, tuberculosis, rickets, cholera, plague, pleurisy, septicaemia and all the other diseases of the gold old days. Bring back the 19th century when men were men, women were oppressed, and horse shit covered the roads. Or even the 20th century which saw more people killed in more wars than ever before.

Fool - you forgot the most important thing, white dog poo

 

[Couldn't Be Hyypia]

I believed everything they said on Tomorrow's World.

We'll all be driving Hover cars by 1985.

 

[Yorkie]

No, The sixties were unmissable.

Agreed

 

[SULLY COULDNT SHOOT]

Born in 67 and agree that it ewas the best time..... Was just the right age to take part in the Albion's meteoric rise up the divisions and the Cup Final. It was also a great period for music....Punk... Ska.....New Romantics. The only bight was Thatcher but then again I suppose it made me the socialist that I am

If I had another choice I would like to have lived the 20s and 30s but somehow avoided the wars... unlikely that.

 

[Trufflehound]

Slade, T. Rex, David Bowie, Roxy Music, Mud, Sweet, Suzi Quatro, The Glittermen... Not shit if you were a teenager then!

Yeah, but for each of those there was a Rubettes, or a Bay City Rollers, or a Little Jimmy Osmond, or a Kenny (remember "The Bomp"?)...

"Some" of the music was good (you missed Mott the Hoople who were the best of the lot). But you could never watch any of it on Top of the Pops because there was always an effing miner's strike on and so there was a power cut.

Which meant I got to watch my parents' marriage break up by candlelight. Whoopee...

 

[Trufflehound]

We'll all be driving Hover cars by 1985.

Well i don't know about you, but I certainly was.

It was a lot less bovver wiv a hover...

 

[bhaexpress]

So your a supporter of the BNP?
I myself am delighted i didnt grow up back in the old day(50s/60s) where racism and homephobics were found on every door. Women had alot less rights with children being abused through education. It scares me when i still hear old miseriable gits moaning about everything in todays world, wishing it was how it used to be. The way the world works is that time dosen't change its Humans who do, the ones who don't change get caught behind wishing and dreaming of the past so much that they turn into useless souls of the so called modern world.
The world changes,except it

If ignorance is bliss you must be delighted. Why is it that anybody who states a few facts is automatically a facist ? You are a child and when you grow up you may have time to learn to be an adult.

 

[Freddie Goodwin.]

Youth is wasted on the young.

I think we had a safer time as youngsters, playing out all day, getting home when the street lights came on. being out playing with other kids rather than home on the computer.

Music now nearly all derives from the music then, so we had it 1st. much the same with fashion.

And as for Albion, well, we had the best years, the huge crowds, peter ward & the Goldstone.

But we didn't have pubs all day and even clubs closed at 1.00. All the gizmo's and modern technology is great.

I'd like to be young again but I worry for my kids & g'kids, housing, debt, employment, global warming....

make the best of your time!

 

[Lord Bracknell]

Everything was FREE ... from National Health orange juice to a University education (with a grant, not a repayable loan).

I got to see the Beatles, the Doors and Hendrix live.

You could hitch-hike safely all over Europe (and get lifts after waiting for no more than 10 minutes).

My first house cost £11,500 and there was mortgage tax relief on the entire value.

That'll do.

 

[Couldn't Be Hyypia]

Everything was FREE ... from National Health orange juice

When we lived on Reigate Road in the 70's, my Mum used to go and get that from the clinic on Stafford Road (I think it was) - we all referred to it as "Clinic Orange". It was the Government's way of making sure we all got vitamin C I guess.

She used to leave us pressing our noses up against the glass in (what was then called) The Bird Museum whilst she nipped round the corner to get it.

One other question - whilst I'm reminiscing about that bit of town - was Port Hall (fake crumbly house on corner of Port Hall Road, opposite Dyke Road Park - ever a real old building or was it a sham? I always wondered about that house.

Google Map view of the area

 

[MOG]

This was posted on another forum I use. It describes the way I feel exactly.

The other day a young person asked me how I felt about being old. I was taken aback, for I do not think of myself as old. Upon seeing my reaction, he was immediately embarrassed, but I explained that it was an interesting question, and I would ponder it, and let him know.
Old Age, I decided, is a gift. I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have always wanted to be. Oh, not my body! I sometime despair over my body, the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging muscles, and often I am taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror (who looks like my father!), but I don't agonize over those things for long. I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family, for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become more kind to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend.
I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avante garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant.
I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon, before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.
Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon?
I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60&70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love ... I will.
I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set.
They, too, will get old. I know I am sometimes forgetful, but there again, some of life is just as well forgotten and I eventually remember the important things.
Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? Nevertheless, broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.
I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.
As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong.
So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be, and I shall eat dessert every single day (if I feel like it).

 

[Dave the OAP]

This was posted on another forum I use. It describes the way I feel exactly.

sums it all up 100%

Excellent

I am 50 this year and 15 years ago, my Dad died at 52. My life totally changed at that point. His passing taught me that money is there to be spent, be it holidays, good food, good drink and with good friends and most importantly family. He and Mum had so many plans of where they were going to go, buying a house in France, etc etc and within 3 days he was gone.

That quote is dead right. I know friends who are no longer here and worried about stuff which seems so very trivial now.

In the years I have been around the thing I think is the worst trate of the human is being judgemental. We do that every day and to be honest where does it get you.....it makes you resentful.

Would I have liked to have done things differently if I went tomorrow...of course not. I have had a great life so far, two fabulous kids( now young adults) a great marriage and a decent job, support a good football club, an excellent Rugby club and have a great social life. No regrets! ( apart from not seeing my Dad enough )

 

[zefarelly]

I'm happy with being born in 1971, I would have been happy to be born anytime between 1945 and the early 70's, I certainly wouldn't want to be any younger

just reading half the crap on NSC is enough to put you off modern yoof !

 

[Dandyman]

No.

In the words of the wonderful David Bailey "Young People ? f*** 'em".

 

[NMH]

No.

In the words of the wonderful David Bailey "Young People ? f*** 'em".

Erm, also the words of 'the wonderful' Gary Glitter, no?

 

[Dandyman]

Erm, also the words of 'the wonderful' Gary Glitter, no?

 

[Mrs Coach]

Born 1972. Wondered what it would be like to be in my 20's in America in the 70's (if you had your own theme tune as you walked down the high street, ala Starsky and Hutch, and great disco music).
Also would have been good in the early part of the 20th century. My nana was part of the land army girls, but I probably would have been more likely to have been Mata Hari. Far more exotic.
I wouldn't want to be born any later than I was. I despair about the lives of processed everything and tv that my children and grandchildren will live. I think we need to go back to wartime justice, morals, fun and food, but with a bit of modern technology thrown in.

 

[Jimmy Grimble]

I'd have f***ing loved to be born in 60's or 70's. f***ing loved it.

 

[csider]

would have loved to be around in the 60's and 70's as a late teen - adult

born in 71. the way things are now with some shit going on in the world although missed 60s and 70s wouldnot like to be a teen now days.

 

[Don Quixote]

I wouldn't have minded being my age in the 60's... would be amazing... John lennon...