Saturday Ramble: The time of your life
A few of us were chatting recently about the best period in their lives. You might be surprised, but it’s fascinating how many people pick the 1980s. I’ll tell you mine if you’ll tell me yours. (firstname.lastname@example.org).
It was the late ’80s and early ’90s.
I was living in Farnham in Surrey — a real nostalgia-jerker for me — and commuting to London by train to work in the City. It was the time of that great British film Chariots of Fire. Every chap I knew was into running. I even set up a company producing computer programs on running and fitness.
Each morning at 6am, I could be found limbering up in the street before being joined by a bank manager and an accountant for an early morning run. They were more interesting than they sound.
The banker was a bit of a dramatist and would quote Chariots freely: “God made me fast, and when I run I feel his pleasure.”
They don’t write them like that any more. As I recall the writer played one of the cops in TV’s Z Cars. A man of many parts.
I remember the period as one of great optimism and enthusiasm. The Falklands had been recovered by British forces — we had a real Navy then — and possibly the best Government in modern history, at least in peace time.
The economy was going gangbusters (as we say now), and we were as prosperous as any generation before or since. The gods smiled on us daily, and we smiled back, especially when we were running.
But I don’t want to get all nostalgic about the 80s. I’m sure we had our problems — Arthur Scargill is an example, for whom happiness and contentment were alien emotions.
Looking back, it was the combination of relative youth, prosperity, relevance and … there was something in the air: Magic!
Whatever happened to that?
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Coming soon: Practical Mysticism: A different way of looking at the world.