This piece was inspired by the weekly photo prompt from the Unicorn Challenge to respond to it with around 250 words.


Reminds me of the 60’s and marching in anti-war demos and showing I wasn’t afraid of my feminine side by letting my girlfriend at the time weave flowers through my fashionably long hair. What it actually achieved was to make me a prominent target for malevolent coppers who found great delight in creating a new crimson part in my hairy ginger abomination with their truncheons
Remember causes and affectations of effect on war-zones now gone five-star? Remember sexual honesty and sleeping with whoever felt like you and confining safe sex to heart condoms?
Remember dope and discovering the ‘real’ you and waking each time forgetful of the revelation?
Remember music and believing decibels were antidotes to megatons and lyrics could shield you from evil?
Remember social action, sitting in smoke-filled rooms with Nescafe activists and impoverished women with no teeth and less hope?
Remember parents, left on some private shelf in case they portrayed you to anybody that mattered?
Remember party politics and seeing neighbours become politicians only to fall in clay-footed exhaustion at the barriers?
Remember health when it was something other people ought to have and you weren’t smoke-free, mineral water in hand and smiling at God?
Remember money and how it was never going to concern you and then you learnt the golden rule and its defensible limits?
And do you remember when the penny dropped that the personal was the political and you found out you had to change?
And you decided to forget the revolution?
Yeah …
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Life’s learnings, eh?
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Grim and spot on, Doug.
Ours is the generation of high ideals who sold out and let down the world, our children and our grandchildren,
But mostly ourselves.
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Indeed, CE. And we wonder why they ignore our advice. 😉
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Ouch!
And all that’s left is the stirring of nostalgia when the old ‘battle songs’ come on.
Vivid and bitterly accurate description, Doug.
We might not have changed the world, but we can still serve as a warning…!
PS The only terrifyiing thing about the photo is the fact that you now wear your hair short!
Why do men with curly hair wear it short? – the plaintive cry of all straight-haired women!
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Thanks, Jenne. I do still let my hair grow long and curly occasionally (well, at least at the back) and my wife loves it. 🙂
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Oh, I was there during those times. But somehow I remember crossing to the other side of the street when I saw the likes of you marching along. lol
What a difference a day/the years make. 🙂
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… and look at the fun you missed. 🙂
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I like fun! Can’t we start all over?
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I’m right behind you. 🙂
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I do. Like it was yesterday.
Thank you for this, Doug. It brought back a lot of memories … mostly good.
Brilliant ink.
You were quite a handsome devil, weren’t you?
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You’re welcome. But what do you mean ‘were’? 🙂
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That was certainly a wonderful head of hair and of course red heads have always stood out, for better or worse.
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In my teenage years for worse but in my twenties a lot better. 🙂
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I’m far too young to remember those days, Doug. What I read, however, seems very familiar. They were quite ingenious with their truncheons, weren’t they?
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They were. After we started wearing bike helmets they started going for the goolies. (Look it up.)
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Sorry, that Anonymous is me.
I’m having many oops moments today!
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Too many truths in there for me Doug
I too remember the truncheons and, worst of all, the horses
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Especially when they stood on your foot. 😉
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Perhaps the world didn’t change as much as was hoped, but I think there were still gains – it wasn’t all a sell out. Reality and maturity were bound to win out eventually. I wasn’t one of the activists – too much of a mouse for that, but in my heart I cheered them on. I like your litany of memories. And it’s never too late to twine a few blossoms here and there.
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Thanks, Margaret. Yes, there were gains but we have new potential losses that no-one seems to want to march in the streets for anymore (except Mardi Gras). As for blossoms, my thinning pate would suggest they’d have to be behind my ears. 😉
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