MY 11-year-old daughter and 14-year-old son have it all figured out. They’ve told me as much themselves.

Because of that, I take every opportunity to knock them down a peg whenever I can.

I don’t build up their self-esteem as much as I manage it. And when I say manage I mean a constant reminder that their sh*t does in fact stink from time to time.

The other day I made the egregious mistake of saying “Don’t worry guys, I ‘taped’ Real Housewives of New Jersey”.

“Taped” they said?

“Like an old VCR tape, Dad? What are you like 44 years old?”

F**k right I am you little bastards.

After the tongue lashing they received for disrespecting an elder, I ran off a list of “You think you have it great now in 2016? You should have seen how frickin awesome we had it back in 1982. I almost feel sorry for you whatever-you-non-milennials-have-been-identified-as.”

Here is that list:


Telephones these days don’t come with rain shelters, do they?

Telephones these days don’t come with rain shelters, do they?Source:News Limited

You kids simply text us when football practice is over. I used to call “collect” (I’m not taking the time to explain here) and my parents knew to decline, which meant I was ready to be picked up after basketball practice.

To make it even more fun, I used to make up names like Ben Dover and Richard Hurtz.

A true hoot.


Here’s the game.

We’re running on petrol and pull up to a stop sign. Each person in the vehicle had to guess which way (left or right) lead to the next available gas station.

It looks busier to the left.

It looks more industrial to the right.

There was no Google to let us know the exact coordinates where we could refuel so instinct ruled.

You haven’t lived until you had to wait in the cold in a horrific part of town while your dad hiked 3km to the nearest service station.

It is too easy now with your super accurate gas gauge. Boring.


Now THESE are basketball shorts.

Now THESE are basketball shorts.Source:News Limited

You haven’t felt comfort until you’ve worn super short basketball shorts.

The aeration was killer and it was such a great opportunity to show off your young and strong male thighs.

And the ladies loved them to boot.


Breakfast watching at its finest.

Breakfast watching at its finest.Source:Supplied

I see you on Snapchat when you are eating breakfast or watching another YouTube video that consists of 97 per cent screaming.

Dull to the max.

We had the joy of television as the only option in the morning and nothing was better than the Great Space Coaster.

Seriously kids, YouTube that sh*t and then get back to me.


For real.

For real.Source:Supplied

You are a very soft generation.

Back in my day we blew off seat belts and even hung out in the middle of the front seat.

Yes, a middle front seat existed and it was awesome.

It was a rite of passage to slam your head on the vinyl dashboard. That was some clean fun.


Back in the day we used to ogle Daisy Duke all at the same time.

Back in the day we used to ogle Daisy Duke all at the same time.Source:Supplied

We had appointment television.

The best.

No tape and watch at your convenience.

The world was watching the same show at the same time and the bonding was palpable.

9pm on Friday night was Dukes of Hazzard time and all of us pre-teen males grew up together ogling Daisy Duke.


And this is how we used to learn about sex.

And this is how we used to learn about sex.Source:Supplied

No easy access to randy stuff on this world wide web. We knew where a Playboy was buried down by the train tracks. Or who had an older brother with one between the mattress and box spring.

It was a rite of passage to go find it. Not to mention a rite of passage to understand what the hell you were looking at.

We matured collectively, not in the dark bowels of our comfortable and well appointed bedroom.


No collective diversion of devices while eating.

No eating in the car on the way to practice.

We always ate around the dinner table and talked.

One day I’ll explain to you the concept of talking. I think you’ll find it fascinating.


You have VR and we had this.

Seriously though, who needs VR?

Seriously though, who needs VR?Source:Supplied

Try functioning after four straight hours of Pong on a black and white 18 inch television in the basement.

That was good times.


Pandora, Spotify and Apple Music. Way too convenient.

You haven’t lived until you mastered knowing what song would be playing on the other side of the cassette when you flipped it over.

Or incorporating the mechanical sounds of the tape recorder when creating a mixed tape.

Authenticity at its finest.

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