I remember many years ago, 1963 to be exact, I loved America. The Lucy Show, Cheyenne, Rawhide, Flicka and Rin Tin Tin.
The Kennedy’s were politically irrelevant to a child growing up in the 60′s, but I knew something was going on. The truth is that JFK was a much more enigmatic, exciting figure than Harold Wilson.
Even the places sounded magical, Arizona, Colorado, Tucson, the Rockies and Texas. Frank Sinatra sang to me, James Stewart made me want to be good, Steve McQueen made me want to be bad and Bob Hope made me laugh.
People say things are different now but are they? Will kids today feel the same way about TV programmes, films and actors when they are old and grumpy as I do? Will the memory of Friends mean the same to them, as the memory of The Lucy Show does to me? Is George Clooney as funny as Cary Grant? Is Jason Bourne as tough as Napoleon Solo? Are the Simpsons as adorable as The Flintstones? Is America as magical to young people as it was to me?
I doubt it, because we seemed to have merged. England is not a grey, dark, stuck up factory based country anymore. We are bright and breezy and sell insurance policies and hamburgers to one another. If you want to be famous just go on a TV reality show.
Maybe we have gone on and on about how ‘stars’ are just ordinary people who work hard at a job and we’ve made so many “the making of” trailers that all the magic has gone? Or did I just grow up one day and never noticed?