Back in what now looks like the golden age, the good old days, the twentieth century, our imperial stiff upper lip ensured we didn't whine ourselves into a froth. Our moans and groans were topped off with a sigh and a "mustn't grumble" and off we went to face reality, sure in the knowledge that if we came home with enough energy to watch the six o'clock news we'd had as good a day as could be expected.
We were famous for it. Fair play, a sense of place, a certain pride in a job done well, however lowly, and expectations of a life not necessarily exciting, but at least safe and certain (apart from all those diseases we used to have, obviously). Whenever something kicked off, like the miners' strike, we were happily polarised into for or against and we sat back to watch events unfold, putting up with the minor difficulties like no light or heat or power until everybody got back a sense of proportion and got back to work.
We had winners and losers, strivers and shirkers and it was very clear where you stood. If you were a decent sort, you got on with it, struggled through and came out nearer the top of the pile. If you were, you know, the other sort, well we just didn't mix with you and you got what was coming... which was not much. And on a Sunday we even went to church to pretend we were a god-fearing nation, equal under the almighty, although if truth be told there was little much else to do, except watch the afternoon films on telly.
Oh yes, we were happy in black and white. Norman Wisdom, Jimmy Edwards, Stanley Holloway... Mr Pastry. And then came along Technicolor to blight our days with its garish primary hues, its madcap hallucinogen of Doris Day and the American Dream. Damn you, John Wayne!
And then, once colour had been invented, the rot really set in. Sergeant Pepper's fucking what, already? If any of The Beatles were still alive today, why I'd, I'd... I'd better have a lie down for a bit. Where was I? Oh yes, The Beatles, that's where it all started to go wrong. All you need is love, my arse! How does that pay the rent? Anyway, the floodgates were open now and all of a sudden people got ideas above their station, like wanting to be happy all the time.
But actually, now I come to think of it, being happy isn't such a bad ambition, is it? So how did that morph into what we see today? I blame Diana, the Goddess of Versace, who sacrificed herself... blah, blah, blah... something to do with a Dodo... so that we could be miserable for ever. I don't remember all the details, history not being a strong point, but I do remember it was in 1997 and I'm certain nothing else that happened that year could have caused all this strife.
The pursuit of happiness has brought us to where we are today. Now, instead of looking for the silver lining, we're all constantly alert for the jagged, baby-killing, razor-lined, bile-spitting storm clouds of offence. That's why Tony Blair introduced multiculturalism and diversity - so we'd ALL have something to hate. Even if we are comfortable and content we have at our immediate disposal the means to contort ourselves into a spitting ball of fury on somebody else's behalf, if not at their behest.
Line up of the usual suspects
Well I, for one, have had enough. From now on I'm going to look on the bright side. All will be sweetness and light. I will smile at children in the street, pat stray dogs and help old ladies across the road. I will skip and sing and shut my eyes tightly at signs of malcontent and never let another harsh word cross my lips. Love, love, love and joy and happiness and sweet-scented flowers I will bring... But where's the fun in that???
There was a time we looked outward and saw a world that needed help. So we went. Of course, we got some of it wrong and made a few waves but on balance we took ourselves and our ideas outwards.ReplyDelete
Then we saw nothing new to do, saw there was nowhere to go. So we looked inwards, and began to see small blotches and holes in our fabric of society.
And, for something to do, we gnawed at them and picked at them and grumbled about them. The effect was to make them bigger and darker and worse.
At the same time, the people who aspired to greatness passed from life and those who wanted the praise but not make the effort took over. You could now be small but prominent; you could have little ideas but make them loud. They too found small blemishes and yelled about how bad they were, how things were golden once and how various nasties had removed that suffused glow of pleasure from life.
Among it we stopped actually looking and examining. Now we could have instant opinions, we could gain 'friends' whose narrow views impressed us. They would be vociferous and oh so right, and therefore were above criticism. Worse, they were above balanced thinking.
Looking at issues from both sides was silly because who would want to even consider another angle when the one you clung to was so friendly and gave you that warm tingle in your loins?
We sought these people out and adored them for their lack of intellectual power. We took those who had a passable skill at singing a popular ditty and wanted to know what they thought about how bad life was (even if it was a life their wealth allowed them to avoid), we demanded that those who looked good at playing in the dressing up box should guide us.
We weren't going to get happy with all this, but all these people had nice teeth and smiled for the camera and their wide grins came right into our home at a price you barely noticed. Some of them became leaders and offered to make laws, and they had nice smiles too and sounded earnest and sincere even if they lived their lives well apart from the sort of crap the ones who voted them in had to face.
All these people, the inward-lookers and the mouth-breathers (even if through their perfect smiles) had opinions on what was wrong. It was so easy, so obvious, because what was wrong was us.
Apparently we didn't want the right things. We didn't want things forced on us and we didn't want to be taxed endlessly in new and unique ways to make sure the forcing was even more effective. We didn't want to feel alien in our own world, uncomfortable with what was going on around us, so we were told what was wrong with us and our ideals.
We weren't happy, but if we bought this or believed that we would be. All we had to do was to stop looking inwards at what we were and start looking to those who looked inwards for us.
On Animal Farm, the animals were basically content until Old Major told them they were not.ReplyDelete
"From now on I'm going to look on the bright side. All will be sweetness and light. I will smile at children in the street, pat stray dogs and help old ladies across the road. I will skip and sing and shut my eyes tightly at signs of malcontent and never let another harsh word cross my lips. Love, love, love and joy and happiness and sweet-scented flowers I will bring"ReplyDelete
Try that in Armley and I reckon you'll get sectioned or at least an ASBO.
Bloody good point. But think of the bennies I'd get? I'd never have to work another day in my life!Delete