I remember listening to Blur’s seminal album “Modern Life is Rubbish” and marvelling at its cover (the Mallard train) and the titular sentiments, because let’s face it, for many people modern life is rubbish.
We are all looking for ways to get happy, to find fulfilment – whether that’s through consumerism or addictions to drugs, drink or gambling – as our brains aren’t equipped to deal with life as it is now.
Thousands of years ago (forgive me if my historical accuracy is wayward), man led a simple life: eating, hunting, sleeping, procreating and having fun in the cave.
Modern man faces assaults daily from various sabre-toothed tigers: colleagues, bosses, the commute, family life, internet keyboard warriors, money worries, etc.
Today I was assaulted on something as simple and mechanistic as the school run, as Great Yarmouth and the Highways department have decided to make all the roads jammed with traffic lights and single lanes in a county with a road network that the Romans would have guffawed at.
30 minutes to drive 1.2 miles to drop daughter and friend at high school (by which I mean, academy) and return home to rinse and repeat with 17 year old son on college run. 1 hour 10 minutes to do under 5 miles left me feeling weary and frustrated, to arrive home to pop a Paracetamol and another demand – dog walking, which was positively Edenic in comparison, as I walked past the still stationary traffic.
Ok, I didn’t have work and workplaces after the school runs, so I may be over-egging the stress pudding, but my point is this:
If Stuart Walton, a man whose light now burns brightly with the freelance lifestyle, felt fed up and annoyed with frustrating journeys, how must other people feel?
Worse, I’d imagine.
Back to Spotify now to admire that Mallard and listen to Damon Albarn – to destress me.