Michael Buble is on the TV. He's in the UK and blasting out the classics. His stage presence reminds me of those uber-cool singers I grew up with like Frank Sinatra and Andy Williams.
My late Mum and Dad would have recognised the role of Buble, a crooner soothing our minds in an otherwise crazy world. It was just the same in the Sixties. In many ways he's a clever remake.
Of course back then, unlike now, I personally wasn't bothered about the mad world around me. I was only interested in the fabric of my childhood: my family, my mates, my toys, my music and fashion and my TV.
Great questions did vex me though: how did Action Man get his scar? could I eat jelly every day? would every episode of Scooby Doo end with the line 'those pesky kids'? were pancakes the greatest foodstuff ever invented?
But the greatest question of all, above every other, was whether Emma Peel would go out with me?
Emma never did show any interest so that question was answered. Nowadays I have new questions. In a world which continues to remake our generation's entire pop culture for a new digital generation I find myself perplexed by this modern plagiarism.
In a rather grumpy mood I ponder whether cosplay isn't simply fancy dress, whether upcycling isn't the same as customising or whether future-proofing isn't the same as just being careful?
Grump over. It's an age thing.
