So................

How do we know when we are no longer young anymore?

Flailing against the tides of not time but technology. Jargon, lingo, Topshop and terminal trivia. Shite! Serviceless but with a smile. The Happy Eater and Happy Meal, the "have a nice day", and "missing you already" ethos. The "tell-me-how-I'm driving" and the "I'm sorry I missed you" post card.......................are these the tell-tale signs of the irritable old not irritable bowel syndrome? The smiley emoticons and shiftless shite served up via the TV screen.

I found a book today by a certain Mr Christopher Brookmyre. Anyone who has watched and enjoyed LA Confidential based on the novel by Elmore Leonard will know of his dark. violent yet humourous style. He expressed these similar jaded sentiments regarding a world in the grip of service without meaning apart from one expression: Blow job! Thus entitled otherwise it would be called blow hobby and if it was called blow hobby then it would be free to a greater or lesser degree.

You might even consider adding it to the bottom line on your CV.