Forty years is a long time,these past few months as each powerful link with 1968 opens up pours forth an amount of Elephant piss so acidic angels bare bottoms shrivel in the clouds as those that are allowed a certain toned down free speech splutter forth in the published media circus,there thoughts on the events as they witnessed the year that woz...The ordinary working class man's thoughts have some how been zipped in case such unpolitical words gush forth words i might add were gushed up back them without a blink except for one which i will ponder over these coming months...perhaps.
These past few months, i have sat pondered on the year 1968..some things feel a touch blured..i have asked myself..what did i dream in 68.
The one fact that cannot be doubted was that for the first 300 hundred days of the year i was a mere 12 years old...did not own one simple pubic hair,fought each night with demons who popped from behind the cracks in the wall paper,pulled funny faces from the drawn curtains and was not sure if alligators lived under my bed..to comfort myself i did strange rubbings to my penis on my childish thighs that made some of the demons giggle.
In those days " Children were seen and not heard " World events were for grown ups.Only a smattering of exceptional sporting events trickled into the playground to be gibberish-ed amongst our pockets full of marbles bits of string and old conkers..we did here that the racing driver Jim Clark died in a crash..that Manchester United won the European Cup the first english club to do so i seem to remember that if we cleaned our teeth put on our jammie's we could stay up and watch the small black and white television in the corner of the best room.
We saw the Black Power salute in the Mexico Olympics but had not one clue what it meant.Simply as the game of marbles on the school play ground grid was far more important especially if you owned a dobber or a ball baring dobber you were king of the grid indeed,the Black Power salute diminished into the pages of history only to be pondered over in such words as anniversary.