Cool? Who’s Cool?

HEY WASSUP DOG? …DUDE? …PEEPS,

I was pondering the universe.. as I’m wont to do, whilst driving home from dropping the grandkids off. And it occurred to me.. not for the first time… that I’m not particularly cool.

Now I’ve always known this nugget of information… And my wife… she would have sussed that out on our first date… maybe on our introduction. “ So, dae ye like mince?”… Yup… say no more…   Y’see you just have to look at me and realized that I turned out just like my dad. .. I look like him.. I walk a bit like him, I’ve even got the wee pot belly thing happening. Although… my dad was cool in my eyes as a kid. And I think for a little while I may have seemed cool to my kids, although this is just me surmising?

There is a window in time when us guys really wish to be cool… puberty and early teens is not that time… Oh no…Definitely not! I’ve seen too many old photos to come up with any other answer

When I think on the styling of the mid 70s, me with shoulder length hair, flared trousers acting as a spinnaker trying to get about my old town on a windy night. The impossible 6 inch platform heels…borrowing my big brothers clothes, trying to get into pubs at sixteen…all memories I cherish… Perhaps I forgot to mention the plukes on my nose and my voice like a soprano one minute and a baritone the next… I ve since settled into a high tenor now whether I like it or not…and of course there were gangs… you had to fight or run…I was a good runner.

They had cool names these gangs… or so they thought. I’m a crazy Braesy boy.. I think?…even though that’s the street where I spent a bit of my informative years. I never hung with them and I wasn’t crazy to the best of my knowledge and was as likely as anyone to get jumped… our locals were The BUNDY, but you had the TOI, the FLEET and a myriad of others lost in the mist of my memories or imaginings …apologies to any would be gangsta’s who didn’t get a mention, I’m sure you’ll be suitably miffed.

I don’t remember any who were particularly cool. .. In my own defense, I got a bit cooler when I started a band in my late thirties…singing and playing the songs I wrote… now that was cool to me … and …dare I say it… for the kids too. I remember it stopping abruptly when I went through the pony tail phase…the wife decided it was most definitely uncool.

So getting back to the grandkids… they still speak English… which is great as they are still of primary school age… but I know … soon they will cross over to the dark side.

The first year in high school is when it is driven home like a sledgehammer how uncool parents and especially grandparents are.  We are not part of the cool club and definitely not to be trusted … it’s just as well my family are tech savvy (  ya gotta keep an eye on the wee blighters)

What gets me nowadays is the fact that we in society talk and write in acronyms and abbreviation… My son and son in law have these conversations all the time. ..I just nod my head in agreement as if I know what they’re going on about… I think it’s when my eyes glaze over that they bring things back to normal conversation.

You just have to get on a social platform and …well to tell you the truth. I can’t make head nor tail of half of what is going on. Pmsl , lol ,fyi,wtf etc…Too many to remember?… I can only guess at what is being said.

I’m still trying to figure out what Slade meant, when they said. Get Down and Get With It…. So it looks as though I’m out of the loop. And I’m kind of glad of that….So I’m getting down and getting with it…whatever it, is.

So peace, love, keep it real, we must do lunch some time… WHATEVER!!

Nice memories of my dad now residing in heaven.

Catch ye next time