I am, just about, a member of Generation X. With each passing year (and each successive Douglas Coupland novel) the evidence that we are the most soulless generation ever to tread Earth’s tortured crust amasses relentlessly. Our one achievement appears to have been to have raised anomie to an art form.<\/p>\n
Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you a snippet of a recent dinner party conversation:<\/p>\n
P<\/strong>: So, putting aside the things you’d be obliged to say, like the day you got married or the birth of your children, when would you say you were happiest in the last 10 years.<\/p>\n
Guest<\/strong>: First time I flew business class.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
Amongst other conversational revelations were:<\/p>\n
(1) Our guest had had huge fun at a Prince concert during which she had been sat in a corporate box. The box had a glass window. Since this would have an unfortunate tendency to prevent you hearing anything, the music was pumped into the box via a speaker system. This arrangement allowed the corporate solicitors and their guets them to drink wine and chat in comfort. Rock and Roll!<\/p>\n
(2) U2, the sell-out f*&^ers, now have a “celebrity mosh pit” so that the rich, famous and\/or glamorous can leap about to their hearts’ content whilst Joe Punter sits behind them beyond a barrier.<\/p>\n
I weep bitter salty tears.<\/p>\n
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