I feel a little bit funny tonight, not funny laughing but funny unsettled. I have reached that unmentionable age where your friends start to call it a draw and retire. Now this is all well and good but that means I have no one left of a similar age to have a good moan with.
I know what you are thinking, you can have a good moan with anyone but there are two golden rules to moaning. One the person you are moaning with is your age and at least knows what you are moaning about and the other is that they know who you are moaning about.
Now I know this seems like common sense but it is pointless moaning with someone who is thirty years younger than you because they do not have a clue what you are moaning about.
For example my social and cultural iconic references are J. F. Kennedy, Mohammed Ali, Martin Luther king and on a lighter level the Beatles. Now I know this seems like a load of old has-beens, but they deserve a little more respect than they receive.
They all had one thing in common, they had a belief that good would overcome evil and that the human spirit could triumph in the end. It may come as no surprise that these people paid the price for sticking their heads above the parapet.
But that is what my generation expect. I do not want people to expect average, I expect everyone to be extraordinary, I want people who can motivate nations to rise to a common objective and trust me these people are very rare in this day and age.
So as I sit here looking back with rose coloured glasses, when was the last time anyone made you feel proud.
It has been far to long ago for me to remember and that is very sad.