In a time before iPad, mobile phone,
Hi-vis jacket, white van and rubbish skip,
We weren’t as obsessed keeping up with Jones,
Decades before techno-gadget worship,
And well before health and safety police
And political correctness went mad,
Before thin-skin saps went on the increase
And celebs cashed in by playing sad.
Life was simpler and Sunday a day of rest,
Bored, we complained there was nothing to do,
No shops, no swings, no News of the World lest
The Parish Priest’s home visit was overdue.
A time of just two channels on TV,
And a complicated future we could not foresee.