I have recently taken to watching a program on British TV called Grumpy Old Men. Today one of my teenage daughters suggested that I should apply to be on the program as I berated something or other. I am just one millions of men who, when they reach a certain age, begin to moan about all the little things in life that would have ordinarily just passed on by. All these little pet hates that begin to surface are always present and only become an issue when you realise how significant and life changing some of these things can be. Take for example the wages of overrated professional footballers who are paid astronomical amounts of money to entertain the masses. But do they really need to receive these extraordinary volumes of money and why do we, the masses, still contribute to their ever spiralling excesses?
Long gone are the days when the working class, or middle class, could expect a job for life, which intensifies my annoyance when one of the justifications for increasing the wages of professional footballers was the limited career the game provided. It would appear to be far easier to become a football TV pundit upon retirement than it is to find an outlet to be able to comment upon life as a factory worker. There was once little to distinguish the worker from the man with the ball at his feet yet now due to the extortionate wages and spin offs they receive we financially worlds apart.
To add insult to injury it now transpires that some BBC Radio hosts [DJs] are paid the equivalent of anything up to £1000 for an hours airtime, which isn’t bad for someone with no real talent at all.