All Our Past Times

Then the days pass… which when you think about it is bloody lucky really. I mean these days it is hard enough finding room for all the stuff we do seem to accumulate, let alone having to find some loft space for a whole month full of used-up days. Then there are the weeks and months too, obviously some sort of filing system would be necessary, unless you just want to pile them all up in some corner somewhere day on day, week on week, month on month, year on year.

Think of the health and safety concerns alone, though, if a few years worth of days fell on you while you were up in the attic rummaging around in the wife’s discarded old clothes for… er… research purposes. Just think of what the ambulance crew would be sniggering about.. it would be far worse than that time you accidentally fell on the switched-on Hoover whilst wearing some of her discarded lingerie… er… I imagine….

Anyway, moving on….

Really, you’d think that these days with all their alleged environmental concerns that local authorities would have set up some Used-Up Days Recycling Centres. I mean what with fashion, pop music, TV programmes and whatnot all seemingly intent on plundering the past for their ‘inspiration’ you’d think that there would by now be quite some demand for refurbished recycled days from years gone by. By way of example, I wouldn’t mind seeing some of those days from the very hot summer of 1976 again, especially some of those days when the woman from next door used to lie out on her back lawn in her bikini all afternoon.