Nostalgia

I don't know what's been going on with my mind the last few days, but for some reason I keep thinking back to happy days growing up and living in England. The country has become a cesspit in recent years with an increasingly "Big Brother" government so why on earth have I had these feelings? Have you read George Orwell's book "Nineteen Eighty-Four"? The latest attempt by the government to introduce a widely-hated national ID card scheme now has them forcing it on a group of unwilling professionals "voluntarily".

The voluntary bit is that the pilots don't have to partake in the scheme. If they don't, however, they can't work as they'll need the ID to get access to their aircraft. That's ignoring the current situation where pilots have to go through the same security as us passengers and can't take a tube of toothpaste larger than 100-ml with them onto the aircraft because it might explode. Let's forget the fact that once on the flight deck the pilots will be be able to crash the aircraft into their building of choice whether they have that toothpaste or not - or turn their "office" into a bloody murder scene with a quick swing of the crash axe.

Sorry, I'm going off the point. I miss England although I don't want to live there ever again. Despite my opinion though, I still have happy memories of the place. I lived in Preston, Lancashire, for seven years of my life after growing up near London and made many good friends there and still miss the friendly locals and some great pubs!

Today I came across this youtube video. It's not the greatest movie in the world but memories of Preston town centre came flooding back. The song's quite nice as well.



I don't think I saw one CCTV in that video. It must have been taken a long time ago...