The term hippie is often misunderstood by many. When thinking of the word or term hippie, many people often picture a bunch of people with beards, headbands, peace signs and bell-bottom jeans (see above). Well, there is much more to the concept of what a hippie or the hippie movement is.
Are you lonely because you don’t know anyone else who collects pet rocks? You don’t need to be alone; chances are there is an internet forum for people who love to talk about pet rocks.
That might seem a silly example but on the internet there is a forum, or discussion board, for almost any topic you can think of. People like to talk about things and share ideas and an internet forum is one of the places that allows you to do that.
Email has become the most popular way for people to communicate with each other; some say it’s even more popular than using the telephone, which might seem hard to believe until you take a look at some of the reasons why people prefer email to phone calls.
LIKE a cat that got the cream . . .
That neatly sums up the expression of a 64 year old granddad approaching his 40th wedding anniversary who has suddenly found himself a cult figure on British TV.
THERE is a mood swing taking place amongst the British public which over the last couple of weeks has been given a massive nudge by the Olympic Games.
Could it be that we are beginning to see through the King’s clothes?
Could it be that we are beginning to realise that hype should not take precedence over substance, that fame comes through hard work and dedication and not by just turning up at the right party.
It used to be such a simple affair going to the pictures or the flicks as we used to call it.
Hand over a few coins, grab some popcorn from the small kiosk and sit through a support feature before the main event.
Back in those days – I’m talking about the late 50s, early 60s here – there was a huge selection of cinemas to go to. Grand names such as Regal, Alexandra, Classic and Gaumont.
The one within walking distance from me was called the Cavendish and it is there that my love of film began.
Saturday morning matinées for kids, what an adventure that was...