JD, has it ever occurred to you that most of the folk you encountered on your recent flying visit, might just have been looking down at heel and giving off an air of seeming misery because they'd just noticed an old guy walking towards them with a face that's tripping him?John Donnelly wrote:Seriously, I was very depressed last week. The paint is peeling off the shop-fronts and the people are all looking down-at-heel and giving off an air of downright misery. There is hardly a smile to be seen.
Try looking at things from a different perspective. The place is not the one we grew up in. I hesitate to use an emotional term, but there is no other word for it, it's become a dump.JD.
You're quite right, it's not the same place today as the one you grew up in. I think you're maybe harking back to the so called 'Good Old Days' a wee bit and that often comes with an element of nostalgia which sometimes clouds things. In fact it reminds me a little of a line from quite a famous song ... "Memories, may be beautiful and yet, what's too painful to remember, We simply choose to forget"
I'm trying to make the point here, that there were already some social, economic and employment issues in the threetowns, even as you were growing up happily in the area, but you maybe wouldn't have remembered them as vividly, as you were too busy having a great childhood.
I think using the word 'Dump' is a bit strong also, especially in print, but hey ho everyone's entitled to their opinion. One thing's clear to me though, yourself and Big Sanny could 'moan' for Scotland.
And just to show that we're not all misery guts who live in the threetowns these days, have a few of these, it might cheer you up a bit after your depressing visit ..