The Musings of a Man Approaching Middle Age

Hi Everyone

This week, our national broadcasting company, the BBC, is asking people how they see the future of the organisation due to pressures from the streaming companies like Netflix, Amazon and Disney. In the same week they are also advertising their latest reality show to find the country's best make up artist. Now I came from a time when there was a dragon across the road from the Fruit, Vegetable, Flower, Game and Lolly shop cutting men's and women's hair with the help her two scissor happy sons, providing all styles of fashion as long as it was short back and sides. Two doors away, a mini blond bombshell provided a woman only service again specialising in all styles as long it was a ‘perm’ or a blond makeover. Personally, I was frightened of both of them, in particular the blond bombshell, so I went to my friendly barber 20 yards down the road, where the same short back and sides was on offer but in a less intimidating atmosphere. Sadly, the Fruit and Veg shop, the grocer, the hardware shop, the fish shop, the shoe shop, the penny library and many others have given way to the beauty salon, the Turkish barbers, the nail bar and the dreaded tattooist. Now the BBC are expecting millions to tune into their programme seeking the country's best makeup artist. No doubt it will be littered with weirdos doing all sorts of what I see as grotesque faces. I saw this week a young lady who spends twenty minutes removing various piercings from her face, as it is not permissible at her place of work. It is safe to say that I will not be watching the programme, nor will I advise the BBC about their programme content as they will immediately realise that I am approaching middle age and therefore not with it. Now I have to hide in a cupboard as it the Eurovision song contest, which started as a four hour annual borefest, but has developed into a five day borefest. With all that going on, I am very pleased to be approaching middle and anyway, what was wrong with the fresh faced girls of my youth? 

Our blue tit family renting the post office red netting box are almost ready to pack their cases and fly away. Mum and Dad have been shopping for food almost every five minutes. It got me thinking, how do they know when to build a nest, sit on the eggs, and then after about three weeks, how do the chicks know when it is the right time to go and face the world? It is, of course, instinct as their DNA is programmed for each one of them. As with my little friends, we have instincts. Apparently we humans are programmed to have seven instincts: seeking, anger, fear, grief, lust and play. In my case I have got to the stage that I am hiding rather than seeking, anger - no point, fear that I will no longer be able to write this Rubbish, grief - perhaps something still to come, lust - cannot remember what that was about, and play - something that we happily still able to do every day. 

Will some world leader, or better still, leaders, please tell Israel that they will never eradicate Hamas, that they are spawning a new generation of terrorists and that denying the population of food is surely a violation of International law. Have you noticed that one world leader always makes sure that his most urgent need is to make sure he is back home for his game of golf at the weekend. That instinct is obviously how his DNA is programmed.   

Just a Thought:  

If you refuse to pay your BBC lisence fee you can be sent to prison where you can watch the BBC for free.

Why do birds fly south in the winter? Because it is too far to walk.

Brian