Monday 13 April 2015


Nostalgia these days isn't what it used to be.

Time was, back in the day, when nostalgia was people getting together and reminiscing about old times perhaps fondly or maybe not. These days, however, nostalgia is sharing the latest text or selfie-photo you've just received on your cell phone. Everything is so instant, even memories.

You take a photo and you got it on your screen in seconds. No need to send the film for development and printing, and waiting in anticipation as to how many photos you took badly or are over or under exposed. Today, the only thing they expose in the photos is their bodies.

How many people I wonder remember those far off days when life was in black and white and sound was in mono?

Back then everything was in black and white, or in sepia color, depending on how old you really were. I recall a story that on a snowy day a man wearing a white coat went out for a walk and was knocked down by a snow plough.

This wouldn't happen today with all the vibrant colours we wear which need a special washing powder to make them even more brilliant and soft to the touch. Back then there was no clothes' softener; and people washed their hair shirts by hand, not in a contraption invented to lose your socks; or turn all your clothes pink if you put a red item in it.

I'm told, (because I'm not that old, you see), that in those olden days before stereo sound, or quadrophonic, or whatever else multi-sound is called these days, - back then people talked in mono; and if they were standing on your left you heard them with your left ear, and vice versa if they stood on the other side of you.

It was simple. People talked from their mouth on your left or right and you heard them. Unlike now when people seem to talk from more than one orifice in their bodies and make no sense whatsoever.

Back then in nostalgia times, if you wanted to listen to music you bought big black vinyl discs which you scratched with a needle to hear beautiful balads sang by talented artists gifted with masterful voices. Today people listen to music on small devices no bigger than a match box; and if you happen to lose it, you've lost your entire collection of noise which you have spent hours to collect and cherish.

Another thing I've noticed in today's non-nostalgia world is that people seem to have a fondness, addiction in some cases, of telling each other about themselves every few minutes. They go on social media websites and tell each other inane information like the fact they've just woken up, had breakfast, washed their armpits, and all other things which back in the day we kept privately to ourselves. What's all that about? What is the point of telling a whole load of people personal stuff that is of no interest to man or beast?

I'm not a member of any social media site. In order to appear trendy I walk in the streets, or when on the bus or train, and every so often I say something out loud about myself for no apparent reason.

I make short statements of no more than 180 letters, like "My shoes hurt!" "I need a haircut." "My trousers itch in unusual places." 

At first it astounded those around me. But now I have three followers - all wearing white coats.

In olden times, if you needed something you got to the shop and bought it. Now you can buy almost anything online. Which is a convenient and a good thing I suppose. But here's the catch. Having bought something you are then bombarded by e-mails asking you to review what you've just bought.

"We note you've bought a shirt. Tell us about your enjoyable experience. Did it live up to your expectations? Did you like the item you bought? How did you use it?"

I'll tell you how I used it. I put it in a bucket of soapy water and washed the car with it, that's how.

The other day I bought online a small radio/alarm clock. Now I keep getting e-mails from the trader inviting me to buy other clock/radios of every size, colour, and uselessness. How many clock/radio should a man need?

I tell you. Nostalgia isn't what it used to be.


  1. This is funny and sad at the same time.

    Have a wonderful & blessed day, Victor!

    1. Yes Hand-Maid. It is a little sad how we seem to have progressed. As I have no Facebook, I was walking along in the street today and I announced "I feel run down!" Someone replied they'll soon catch the motorist who done it.

      God bless.

  2. All my followers wear white coats---CLASSIC-VICTORISM! Guilty--I am on social media--but not to give a blow by blow description of my day---WHO CARES--certainly not me!
    I always get a laugh, Victor---THANK YOU!

    1. I never understood how to do Facebook, Lulu. Too many buttons to press all over the place so I left it.

      I am on Twitter but don't Tweet. Someone programmed this Blog for me so that whenever I have a new post it Tweets automatically on Twitter.

      I also don't understand all this "friends" business on Facebook. A guy I know has more Facebook "friends" than real people I have met throughout my life. How can one possibly have more than 3000 "friends"?

      As for "followers"? No need to follow me ... half the time I don't know where I'm going. The other day I went upstairs to go to the bathroom then realised I live in a bungalow.

      God bless.

  3. I've been knee deep in nostalgia lately and I intend to get a lot deeper before too long God willing :) I do agree with Hand-Maid, funny giggles but a bit sad too. Even though modern technology has brought us some blessings, I believe we have paid a very dear price for it.
    God bless you and yours!

    1. Nostalgia is good Aimee as long as we remember good times. I remember a saying: Make yourself good memories. They will sustain you in times of difficulty.

      God bless you and your family.



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