Boards
Lunch With Prole: "You've Never Had It So Good"
Oh good old Harold Macmillan, not a mark on Wilson's "White heat technology, appen" is it?
But really - post ration-book 1954 quotes like this is 'kinda' how things feel now, not in terms of the world at large (this isn't about international politics) but in terms of our access to knowledge, entertainment, love, food, music, film, comforts, thrills, the past, whatever, there is always something ANYTHING that makes us individually or collectively UNHAPPY.
Is this just the human condition or can we not cope with having what we perceive, or other people assume we want/need/expect, or is the way we're meant to feel meant to be extremes of untold fickle joy weighed down by lengthy periods of despair?