young fogy

I’m not sure either Em or I are old enough to be legitimately called “old fogies”, but we both independently seem to be taking on a number of fogy-ish traits.

The most obvious is the perception that “kids these days” are out of control and have no respect. From there it’s barely even a half-step to “back in my day”. At that point you may as well give up and don fawn coloured slacks and terry-towelling hats.

Apart from being deeply unsatisfying, this fogy-ness is completely unproductive. Does anyone think putting that moron from Narre-Warren on all the tv news broadcasts and the front page of the Herald Sun has taught him a lesson?

Being threatened with a $20,000 fine by the Chief Commissioner has exactly left him chastened and depressed.He’s convinced he’s the coolest thing since, well, cool.

The sad thing is: he’s probably right. There are probably tens of thousands of adolescent Melbourne boys out there wishing they did the same thing.

Media
The media do have a case to answer. Do you think it would possible to go more than 24 hours without a story about the increasingly bizarre and depressing elder Spears sister? She needs to be left alone for quite a while, preferably somewhere with white padded walls.

Also, surely the Sunday Herald Sun Magazine could have chosen someone better for the cover of their “Kids” edition than Jamie-Lynn Spears. A 16 year old girl famous for nothing other than being someone’s sister, who looks exactly like every other air-head “celebrity” and has nothing to say and who CAN’T EVEN MANAGE BIRTH CONTROL? Is this someone kids should be looking up to?

Rant over….

Running
An unusually satisfying hill session this morning. I did 7 reps of the Anderson Street hill plus a lap of the tan and the trip there and back. It worked out as 14.25km in just on an hour. More importantly, it felt good: fluent, in control and fun.

The bloody Carlton football club put in yet another appearance but seemed to have learned from last week’s terse words on this blog and refrained from blocking the whole path. Who knows, maybe even football players have a brain?

The only bad thing about the run is it left me absolutely starving. My stomach’s been making a series of alarming noises all morning. What’s worse is I’ve forgotten my lunch. I’ll have to venture out in the city and hunt down something edible.

If you hear what sounds like some sort of earthquake, don’t be alarmed: it’s just my tummy rumbling.