Those were the days, my friend

Every older generation views the younger generation with some disfavour, but this one takes the cake and the Christmas pudding.

It seems to me, in the current scene, that gross obscenity passes as humour, mindless violence as entertainment, deafening cacophony as music, and illiterate posing as soul searching.

In the fabulous 50s, we had romance instead of aggressive sex, comedy instead of smut, drama instead of savagery and popular songs where you knew every word.

And, would you believe, Sydney and its environs, now awash with drugs and violence was once near paradise.

Safe streets, safe public transport, houses unlocked day and night, no barred windows, no gridlock and full employment as well.

Those were the days, my friend.

Letter, 27 Aug 2012

Keith Whitfield, Woy Woy