Sometimes things happen which make you feel immensely old. A prime example happened yesterday. I was on a train with a non-zero number of attractive, young, sparky ladies where we having a discussion about the pointless re-branding that occurs in this capitalist world of ours. The usual discussion of ‘Starburst’ vs. ‘Opal Fruits’ arose with a tedious air of inevitability and I chimed in with “and don’t forget Marathons!”.
The sight of 10-or-so fresh-faced young people looking at you with complete bewliderment is not a pleasant one. It transpired very few of these people have ever known the peanut and chocolate confectionary bar by any other name than ‘Snickers’.
“But,” I persisted, “they only changed name like 5 or 6 years ago!”. It transpires that the name change was in 1990, when some of these people were three fscking years old! It saddens me that there are adults in the world that can’t view the brain popper which is the ‘Snickers Marathon‘ without wondering what life would be like if it were the ‘Marathon Marathon’.