Do you ever while away the time on a long flight watching your progress on the moving map? Speaking as a geography geek, it’s one of the more interesting things to be found on the back of the seat in front.
“Oh, no, I’m not. I’ve got two minutes to spare”, responds my teenager. “Not on a week night”, I answer, “you’re nearly two hours late”. “Get a clue, Dad, there’s no school tomorrow. So, I’m on time”.
A look at what was in the pages of the Bulletin in May 1982
One of the interesting elements – ‘joys’ is perhaps too strong a word – of looking back at what the magazine was covering 30 years ago is the identity of the companies mentioned in the editorial or, indeed, those advertising.
Hands up all those who think it would be a nice idea if we could have a little rest, not have to apply any new regulations, at least for a couple of years. I mean, it’s not like we haven’t got plenty to do with keeping up with the last lot of changes.
Oftentimes this column remarks that coverage of the dangerous goods business of 30 years ago is remarkably similar to that of today. This month things are different.
I suppose that’s true for lots of boys, and probably for the same reason as Jackson’s. Fire engines are red, fire trucks are red, and fire wagons are red. Jackson doesn’t play with model cars, he plays with model ladder trucks and model pumpers and model fire chiefs’ vehicles.
Discipuli picturam spectate! I am sure Major Buttle had intoned those words many times before – presumably four times a year to each new class of 11-year-olds, over a teaching career of 25 years or so.
I was younger then. Years ago…, heck, centuries ago…, wait, actually, due to Y2K, technically a millennium ago, I was young and there were drive-in movie theatres across the land.
Human beings are remarkably adept at getting used to the way things are. It is, therefore, surprising to look back at old copies of HCB and remember how things used to be.
It’s hard to tell from this angle. Are you reading this column on your desktop at the office? Are you sitting in an airport lounge scrolling through on your phone?
