Nostalgia ain’t what it used to be, goes the excellent joke.
But it is only a joke, after all: because nostalgia has never had it so good. You can’t move for nostalgia these days.
Every time I open Facebook, it’s wall-to-wall nostalgia: videos of what it was like to grow up in the 1980s, posted by women who friendzoned me in the 1990s. I can take it or leave it, to be honest. Sigh, I miss the good old days, when there wasn’t so much nostalgia.
It’s not that those times don’t interest me. I guess life was pretty good if the most frustrating thing in my day was not being able to tap a ZX Spectrum’s ‘M’ and ‘N’ keys fast enough to win gold on Daley Thompson’s Decathlon. Oh, for today’s angsts to be so straightforward. It’s just that today, being reminded of having liver for dinner or being picked on by a kid called Gareth is no more fun than it was then. But here come cars, eager to please, too. Boy, are there car events designed to tickle your nostalgia nodes.
Never a summer weekend passes without an invitation to take a ‘magical step back in time’ (© the Goodwood Revival billboard on the M25) by looking at some old cars and remembering how great it all was; what with polio, rickets and the ever-present threat of a nuclear apocalypse. Good times. Top bantz.