Being a Teenager in the 2020s

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Must be awful. When I was in my teens in the nineties, life was about getting high or getting your dick wet. It was reflected in a lot of the youth culture and music. You could go to a house party and your mum and dad knew you might experiment because that’s what they did in the 70s.

I was never under any sort of pressure to be something i wasn’t as my dad had been a teenage hedonist and did what he liked, and for him to expect me and my brother to be straight-laced squares or swots would’ve been hypocritical.

Strangely enough i didn’t feel the need to act like a rebel or hard cunt and was happy to just be myself. The other factor was that we weren’t instructed on what was the right opinion all the time. political correctness was around but limited in reach, and generally the preserve of neurotic cunts with no friends or overzealous teachers who were generally mocked for being so uptight. They were rightly and presciently, treated like dogmatic religious freaks.

We had no social media either, so if you did have trouble with someone at school, it didn’t continue outside of school. Apart from this site, i no longer use social media or comment very much on the internet. I’ve been watching the curtailing of freedom of expression in our society since the time Blair was in office, wary of how the government was adding legislation under the guise of ‘anti-terrorism’ measures. Thats why i can’t blame social media itself as the censorship was already underway. I could tell the West was growing more suthoritarian and fragmented since the late 90s. A lot of my mates noticed it as well. TV mightve improved but films and pop music had declined in quality, and the youth subcultures of the noughties were quite vanilla; Emo? Muso/scene?

Now that the entertainment industry only cares about shitting out substandard’content’; a world of DEI gayblack dogshit, music is corporate nursey rhymes, teenagers would rather adopt ugly fashions, looking fake, filming and snapping themselves through babyish filters in gyms rather than learning guitars, going out to parties and imbibing chemicals, getting off with each other, learning to drive (legally and otherwise), being exposed to the world of work and learning to rub along with people ten, twenty, thirty years older.
They watch porn, play computer games, and live out boring lives through their phones. Their opinions are vetted and delivered to please some phantom apparatchik who may be listening in.

They no longer have a unifying culture, as they splinter off into a world of radical left or alt right shut-ins. They aren’t just exploring their ‘sexual identity’ of straight or gay, but being brainwashed into getting their bits cut off because they might ‘really’ be a boy instead of a girl or a girl instead of a boy, or some made-up unicorn hermaphrodite inbetween. They’re not encouraged to be either tough or tolerant, but to be a victim, claim you’re oppressing them, indulge in narcissm, navel-gaze and act like obnoxious entitled brats well into their twenties.

The unecessary anguish over identity, the self-mutilation and sham of ‘body positivity’, the arrested development and lack of experience with sex, drugs, jobs, getting from A to B without mummy’s help, their terrible music films and comedy, their lack of subcultures, their weak teachers and politicians, their reliance on technology – it sll paints teenager of the 2020s as the most boring variety society has raised since before ‘teenagers’ were invented.

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Nominated by : Cuntamus Prime

95 thoughts on “Being a Teenager in the 2020s”

  2. Great nom.

    Even better being a teenager in the ‘60s.

    I was 14 in 1967. The summer of love. Perfect!

    ‘60s and ‘70s was a golden age for anyone under 40.

  3. As a baby boomer, who thoroughly enjoyed the 60s, I usually give todays teenager parents this little snippet –
    – If you’re wondering what your kids are doing when they are out, just remember what you were doing when you were 16 – you can more or less bet your ass that they’re doing the same!!

  4. All this namby-pamby business makes me smile. I’m used to making do with what one had. Being born at the latter stages of the war keeps one strong. Parties, what the fuck are they ?

  5. Having long hair at the time I spent most of my teenage years trying to avoid getting my head kicked in by skinheads.

    I can’t say I enjoyed it much.

    • I wore my hair long as well Geordie ‘cos it drove the adults to distraction. Never smoked though, fuck that. Richard Doll had turned up the evidence before I started school. I could have my hair cut anytime. Never really believed that wanking was bad for me either.

      • arfur –
        The only problem I had with the five knuckle shuffle was making sure I didn’t miss any when cleaning up the evidence afterwards.

        Which wasn’t easy if I’d hit the ceiling.

      • I know what you mean Geordie. At that age I could manage quite a trajectory bit I don’t think I could have made the ceiling.

    • Geordie, to avoid a sound twatting, all you needed to do was get your hair cut, buy a wig and a pair of DMs thereby camouflaging yourself & blending in: Problem solved.

  6. The one in the header pic holding the phone looks like she is ready to suck some P*ki taxi drivers cock, but probably overage for them.

  7. Mate this brought back memories and you are completely correct. I’m a late Gen x early Gen z now 41 year old and my teenage years seem to have been so much more care free than the kids have today. Now this could be me looking back with nostalgia and rose tinted glasses at a youth now lost but I don’t think so. I didn’t have a mobile phone till I was 18. I grew up in London and we didn’t have fatal shootings and stabbings everyday, Porn was getting an older kid to go buy a “grot mag” from the local corner shop. We were only interested in getting into the local girls pants, who was or mostly wasn’t getting any and how we were getting some weed and beer/cider for the weekend. Ahh a misspent youth yet I bet I was less anxious, calm and happy than most of todays kids. Shame.

    • You are my around my brother’s age , Rik. He took his GCSE’s in ’99, the year American Pie and The Matrix came out.

      The rot hadn’t quite set in then. Blair had just opened the floodgates.

      • Totally agree. GCSES’,s 1992, late 80’s through the 90′,s great times. Music, drugs and down the pub. No foreign cunts with their medieval death cult religion, daily stabbings and crimes against English culture and traditions that have stood for centuries. Comedy that was funny, pulled no punches and did not give a shit about peoples feelings. Then enter B liar and labour, WEF and globalist cunts. The schengen agreement of free movement into the EU. No referendum given to the general public on this monumental desicion, resulting in the stealth invasion / influx of foreign filth from the middle east, africa, eastern europe and asia, resulting in the terminal decline of the qualty of life in our nation of Great Britain and the European continent as a whole. The majority of todays youngsters that i have met (not all, some thankfully have intelligence and a free thinking mind of their own) are so brainwashed by a socialist education system that they are like turkeys voting for Christmas when it comes to preserving their own culture.

  8. Quick way of checking whether anyone in their early twenties is getting anywhere; have they got a driving licence? A proper one that is, not a fucking auto only! As Maggie said, if you’re 26 and you’re travelling on the bus you’re a failure.

    • I was fortunate that my dad was a bit of a car nut, did almost all repairs hiimself, with me passing the spanners by about 5. There was a old abandoned RAF base quite close. He’d drive us out to the airfield and we’d swap seats I could drive a car with a manual gearbox by the age of 12. Frustrating to have to wait 5 years to finally get on the road!
      I work in the sign business (started with a brush & a mahl stick in the 70s) and we often get vehicles in. I’m the only person there who can drive a manual, not that we get all that many these days.

  9. My happy teenage memories centre around Mayfair magazine and wanking, fingering girls from Moseley Secondary Modern for half a crown a go, and losing my cherry at 18 to a 35 yr old divorcee named Beryl from work; she had tits like a couple of firm grapefruits. An enthusiastic lass was Beryl.

    Those were the days.

    Morning all.

    • Which begs the question Ron, how old will Beryl be today and would you still?

      And what do you reckon those firm grapefruit will be like now?

      • I don’t think I want to go down that line of inquiry Geordie…

        What I like to remember about Beryl was how much she liked having a young lad playing with her tits and snuffling her truffle (which was covered by a bush you could have made a wig out of).

        I was also taken aside by an older lady named Joyce, who warned me to ‘be careful’ about Beryl. As if it was any of her fucking business, the dried up old cow. Even now I like to flatter myself that she was just pissed cos she wasn’t getting any rock hard 18 year old cock.

    • My teenage kicks were the 80s where I practiced self-abuse,being misunderstood by older people and taking myself too seriously.
      But to a brilliant soundtrack.

      Yes it must be awful to be a teenager nowadays.

      Fuck em.
      The little pansies

    • I knew a woman in her 30s who worked with my mum when I was in my mid teens who sounds a lot like Beryl.

      She had a reputation for being a flirt and a fan of the younger man, and had lovely huge tits, often wearing low-cut tops.

      Sadly she didn’t educate me in the manner Beryl did with you Ron. I was a bit young, but at the time I was too randy to care.

      • ‘Educate’ is one way of putting it CP.

        She would leave me drier than a ship’s biscuit.

  10. Great nom, CP…not all kids though
    My 21 year son is driving a decent car and shags as many fit birds as his knob can cope with, the jammy bugger.
    Hopefully my fellow cunters kids (brought up properly of course) are taking full advantage of life and are not falling into the traps of modern society.

    • My son works in forestry in some remote parts of Canada, works his arse off 10 months (making really good money) of the year and spends the other 2 travelling in the van he fitted out. Fully insulated, kitchen, solars, diesel heater – he lives in it part of the year
      He’s planning to buy a 4×4 5.7 litre pick up next year – cash.
      He has his fancy mountain bike with him and a couple of his hunting guns.
      Loving his life.

    • Glad to hear it Tommo. I can’t believe how many blokes there are who are my age these days and can’t drive.

      Not can’t afford to run a car, as in never taken a single lesson or not even interested.

  11. It must be a nightmare being a teenage girl. They have to beware of so many things – Parking Stanleys, Trans Counsellors, Covids, serial killers, rapey police, dodgy uncles, calories,..

    Teenage boys on the other hand should beware of – gaylords, drug dealers, Trans Counsellors, Covids, Peaceful terrywrists.

    My advice to all young people, tread carefully and carry kitchen cutlery.

    Good afternoon, everyone.

  12. Personally feel sorry for the yoof of today , it’s just so mundane with no proper music,groups or sub culture fashion to align with…just phones,twerking Wannabees,’influencers’ etc 😴 …poor little darlings have to be warned about content for TV progs so they don’t get his/her knickers in a twist over some alleged ‘hurty word’ 📖 …as Ozzy once sang ‘tell me people am I going insane,innsssaaaane🎶…

  13. I became a teenager in 1971
    Celebrated by going with a mate to the Rainbow Theatre to see Frank Zappa & The Mothers.
    (Ticket price an unbelievable £1)
    It was the concert where Zappa was pushed off stage by the jealous boyfriend of some bird in the audience.
    He fell 12 feet into the concrete-floored orchestra pit.
    The band thought he’d been killed.
    Suffered serious fractures, including a crushed larynx, which caused his voice to drop a third after healing.
    A week earlier they’d been playing Montreux Casino when it was burned to the ground!
    Equipment completely destroyed.
    The event was immortalised in Deep Purple’s ‘Smoke On The Water’.
    The following year we went to see Alice Cooper at Empire Pool, Wembley.
    (£1 again!)
    Support act was Roxy Music, making one of their first appearances.
    It were a wonderful time to be young,
    Especially if you liked sex & drugs & rock & roll! 👍

  14. Swings and roundabouts. When I were a lad (I am not trying to be one of the four Yorkshiremen), you left school at 15, then three years later you had the honour of being forced to m join the Army for 2 years, or, if you were prepared to do an extra year, the RAF or RN. I chose the latter and stuck with it for many years. Only one TV channel, and the highspot in my parents home was their weekly date (Tuesdays 1930) on the Light Programme with Wilfred Pickles and “Have A Go” (2’ow do – how are you?”) and the old relics would answer three simple questions before being shown Mabel at the table.

    I think my son (born 1965) had th best time – you left school at 16, unless you wanted to go on to university, where you didn’t have to pay for forty years afterwards, – they got a grant -there was better music (I always thought Sandy Shaw was better than Gracie Fields), no wet nursing at school till they were 18, no fucking Bridget Phillipson teaching them how to clean their teeth (we did that), on lessons about trannies and poofters. Also, you could send him off to school in London knowing that he would not get stabbed during the day. By the time he went to comprehensive most of the ;pervy teachers had been got rid of (not all though) – they were rife at my all boys school many years before. “Be a poof, or a pea dough be a teacher” could have been their recruiting slogan back then.

    I actually don’t envy today’s kids – just like built in obsolecence is a given with white goods, so built in stupidity is built in to today’s children and teenagers. It is not altogether their fault that so many are as thick as pig shit and twice as nasty.

    • After some rather sordid drug and alcohol fuelled teenage years with a few brushes with the law I also “joined up” and spent the next 12 years wondering “what the fuck am I doing here?” Best time of my life tbh.

  15. Y’ve most of it covered, Cuntamus … On the music front? … My first few concert tickets (Megadeth, Metallica, late 80’s) .. 12 quid. My Milton Keynes ’93 ticket (both bands knocking out 4.5 hours onstage between them, plus 2 other supports) …. £17.50. Y’did your weekend part-time job and earned the experience. Live footage etc. wasn’t plastered everywhere nor available 24/7 and thus the missapprehension that watching, say, Marilyn Manson’s insane era gigs on a 6 inch screen with a centimetre-width speaker is what live music was all about, or even close.

    A comparison with the bigger of those two original bands current ongoing jaunt? .. ‘VIP experience’ tickets at different tiers. 2 grand is the BOTTOM tier ‘VIP’ .. there’s a 3 grand ‘un, a four grand ‘un! … and it tops out at a £/$/€ 7,272 effort on this ’72 Seasons’ tour.

    Even yer non VIP’s (i.e. standard 🙄 )run the several-hundreds apiece gauntlet anyways … all to observe fuck-all these days but the screens of several thousand cunt’s phones all floating aloft …

    • Lucky Git, when I “finally” watched Metallica live at Donnington in 1995 they were fucking TERRIBLE. I think Hetfield was back on the booze at the time. The best band I have ever seen live was GnR in 1993 in Milton Keynes, they were absolutely awesome.

      • Yeah, MK’93 was peak live, factoring in gig length.. ’89 for the ferocity. We may have crossed paths at Donington ’95. £22.50 was the GA for a nine-band lineup that day….

        Incidentally, .. I ended up in the backstage bar (I still have the A3 from the marquee entrance – I swiped it!) that night in ’93 thru cash bribery of a security guy (venue staff, not band). Got 3 ‘fuck off’s before I found one that would look the other way for the snakepit/stage access .. schmoozed the backstahe pass from a genuine staffer when I told him I’d crossed water to be at the show.

        It cost 40 times less than any ‘VIP experience’, nowadays paid to the band online, in advance, by credit card! 🙄

        I parted ways with ’em in 2016. when their greed went too far. A grand for a production-line handshake became a thing they sold at gigs.

    • First “gig” I went to was Queen at Knebworth 1986……I was 3!. My parents sitter let them down and they decided “sod it, he’ll be fine”. Apparently I loved it and shouted/sung my little head until they finished at which point I screamed and continued to cry the whole way home lol.

    • Megadeth on their rust in peace tour in a small venue in poole dorset supported by alice in chains
      Also saw maiden there on the taligunner tour and wasp on the headless children tour. Monsters of rock 1991 and 1992, acdc, maiden slayer and metallica all at their height and metallica on the black album tour at the NEC in 91. Good times.

  16. As a teenager in the late 70’s with no way to communicate with my school friends during the 6 week summer holidays, except for using mum and dads landline when they let me or jumping on my bike and going to my nearest friends house nearly 2 miles away (I didn’t live on an estate as was effectively in the middle of nowhere) I missed out on a lot of what the ‘gang’ go up to….did I worry too much about it ..no. Did I stress about it …no.

    I now have a 13 year old daughter who has access to social media a mobile phone and lives relatively close to some of her friends…..we are the first week or so into the 6 week summer holiday and fuck me is she stressed out over reading on soyshal media what her friends have been up to without her in the last week….despite the fact something is arranged to do with her and same friends this week. This FOMO (fear of missing out) all caused by phones and social media is bollocks and causes so much stress and anxiety now. In the past…what you don’t know, didn’t hurt you.

    • FOMO is a good candidate for a cunting.

      Never understood the mentality myself, although it seems widespread. Your daughter shouldn’t feel too bad. Grown women on Facebook get down over it. I used to see it quite often.

      I think they just need a bit of rough in their lives,, get round the flat, bring them some wine and lamb chops, save them eating out of a plastic tray again, slap the phone out of their hand, rip the blouse open, sort them out, get their cheeks and tits clapping like a seal.

      I’m nothing if notva gentleman.

  17. Poor little darlings let us pray we have no serious insurrection or war. A picture of your cock ain’t going to help depends on the invaders or insurrection it’s.in this fucked World.

  18. Growing up in the 90s and early 2000s, this really strikes a cord with me. I was lucky to grow up playing in hedge rows, fishing with mates, crabbing of the pier, stealing booze from mum and dad and just general twatting about. Free from social media, phones( if you needed to call it was pay phone or nothing) . I count myself as being extremely lucky to be the last generation to be able to do that safely ( mostly). I look at what’s expected of kids to conform these days, it’s terrifying. The latest phone, latest clothes, social media ect ect. It’s not just kids either, it’s the parents who have to conform too. God forbid you said something about gayblack, transbumbers, voted Brexit ect. Your kids are going to be singled out for reprogramming, coming home telling you how evil you are. Parents are expecting to shill out thousands for the latest must haves for said kids too, or they won’t fit in. The attention span of today’s kids is frightening, throwing tantrums about banal shit. They will take that into adulthood too, we are fucked! Take a look at the likes of cocomellon and skibbidy toilet, we have nowt to come!

    • On your last point, i’ve only just learnt about that brain-rot crap from the sister-in-law (a teacher).

      Children are losing their ability to concentrate because of this shite.

      • I came across something online about it. It’s mental the meltdowns the kids are having. we are in for a bumpy ride when gen A are grown up. They will have the mental capacity of a 6 year old. The entitlement will be 1000s worse than today. A solar flare or emp; is the only thing that can save us from this terminal rot and decline. no internet, no means to propagate this bile that’s devinding and destroying society.

      • I totally agree, Cc (and CP) .. but even if it happened this very day, … the point of no return is well and truly passed by now. It’s not that they(young & old alike) spend so much time looking at t’internet ; … it’s that they spend so much time looking at *absolutely worthless shite*… on the internet. Even if it were to disappear, there’s little or no positive takeaway from all those hundreds of billions of squandered hours to date.

        Subjectivity of that statement bedamned, … we all know that it’s overwhelmingly choked with utter drivel. Clickbait, clout, advertising, fraud, predators…

        And pity your teenage daughters or granddaughters, folks, … if they get through those precarious years without being targeted by predatory gangs of teeth-sucking no-respect somewhat savage you-know-who’s, … then even their own chosen ‘nice’ lad from over-the-way, has quite possibly grown up (to) thinking hardcore gonzo style porn, .. is base line stuff, expecting – I dunno – piss-gargling as supplanting the nervous hand-holding attempts of yesteryear’s first dates. And if y’dont let him film it then he’ll just tell everyone online you’re a frigid bitch.

        Dangerous times.

      • Not to mention being indoctrinated by lefty, woke teachers into believing they may have been born into the wrong sex body.
        And that there is less than 10 years to go before the planet is destroyed due to Climate Change.

  19. Great nom.

    I’m a teenager of the 90s and am lucky enough to remember a simpler time. Well what seemed like it anyway.

    I think I have a greater fondness for the 1980s though and my early adolescent years.

    I prefer the music of the 80s as well.

    Kids in the 2020s are the adolescent/teenage occupants of a cultural barren waste land.

    Afternoon

    • I barely remember the eighties as I was a child. Late eighties are a bit clearer as i started school and made friends. 1984 is the earliest year I can remember anything happening.

    • The reference in there to sat navs and paper maps struck me LL. I worked in IT field service most of my life. When in about 2008 I told another engineer in his twenties that I didn’t have a sat nav he was astounded and couldn’t understand how I did the job. I don’t know how he thought we did it in the seventies.

    • Hahaha,, ‘You and Me’.
      I remember watching that in reception class.

      Cosmo and Dibbs.

  21. The thing about there being no decent bands any more and no ‘scene’ like punk, rave, or Madchester (although I hated that term) is very true.

    But, the worst thing for today’s teenage lads is the lack of quality sex symbols or pin-ups. Page 3 is now banned, because of Femstapo fascists. And every ‘man’s’ magazine features some pooftah or male luvvie cunt on its cover.

    And as for movie stars and pop stars? We had the likes of Kate Bush, Olviia Newton John, the ABBA ladies, Jane Seymour, Charlie’s Angels, Britt Ekland, Lynda Carter, Debbie Harry and plenty more. Even in the 90s, there was the Baywatch girls, Pamela Anderson, Gillian Anderson, Kylie Minogue and her sister, the Friends women, and others.

    Now? Taylor bloody Swift, Lady fucking Gaga and skanks like Little Mix and Cardi B. Those cunts wouldn’t give a gnat a hard on.

    The outlook is bleak for the younger lads of today….

    • Yep I think Kylie was my first pop/acting/entertainer crush. Baywatch helped me realise I definitely wasn’t quare.
      Other notable mentions;
      Teri Hatcher and Tracy Scoggins in Lois and Clark.
      Kari Wuhrer in Sliders
      ‘Jess Arnold’ in Grange Hill (had to look up the surname)
      Daniela Denby-Ashe in whatever she was in
      The older sister (Annie) from The Secret World of Alex Mack.
      Jadzia Dax in Deep Space 9

      …and about four hundred others.

      • imo if sergeant Harriet Makepeace isn’t top of your 80’s chick list, then you is just talking from inside the closet .. 😉 😄

        Hitman & Her’s Michaela Strachan 2nd…
        Claudia Schiffer could have joined them for a fantasy lesbian menage-a-troi, if they insisted…

        *ahem*

        brb …..

      • Teenage crushes on women from telly or pop stars in the 90s
        Hmmm.

        From Blighty:
        Heather Jay Jones from the Queen’s Nose, Louise Redknapp when she was Louise Nurding, Jet from Gladiators, Catherine Zeta Jones, Shirley Manson.

        Stateside:
        Staci Keenan from Step by Step, Alyssa Milano, Teri Hatcher in Lois & Clark. Jennifer Aniston. Sandra Bullock.
        Denise Richards, Dina Meyer, Alicia Silverstone, Liv Tyler, Kristy Swanson, Shannon Elizabeth, Yasmine Bleeth from Baywatch, Charisma Carpenter, Sarah Michelle-Gellar, Alyson Hannigan, Terry Farrell.

        From Austraya
        Ada Nicodemou in Heartbreak High, Isla Fisher, Tina Arena.

    • Yeah I remember as a randy teenage lad, having posters on my wall of Gillian Anderson in lingerie, Terry Farrell in her kinky, Klingon wedding dress and Jeri Ryan in her very tight, spandex 7 of 9 outfit (the latter two both centre folds I pulled out of Star Trek magazine).

      Good times the 90’s. I miss them.

      • Agree totally on Glynis Barber.

        Also Vicki Michelle, Francesa Gonshaw, Amanda Burton, Jill Gascoigne, Emma Samms, Judi Trott, a pre-goldfish face Leslie Ash, Stephanie Beacham, Gabrielle Drake. Sally James, Nerys Hughes, Penny Spencer. Carol Hawkins, Suzanne Danielle, AngharadRees, Connie Booth, Jenny Hanley, Susan Stranks, Diana Malin, Catherine Schell, Barbara Bain, Katy Manning, Elisabeth Sladen, Mary Tamm, Louise Jameson, Michelle Dotrice.

        The totty on British telly alone back then was immense.

      • Oh yeah, I forgot…

        Pamela Stephenson, Diane Keen, Susan George, Jenny Agutter, Nyree Dawn Porter, Alexandra Bastedo, Carolyn Seymour, Nicola Bryant, Janet Key, Jenny Seagrove.

        Now? The ubiquitous Olivia ‘ridden by Lester Piggot’ Colman is all we have to look at on the telly…. Aaaaarrrrrgh!👿🤢

      • Missed out the ‘top bollock’ legend that is Jenny Hanley off of Magpie and various Hammer Horror movies!

      • jesus christ!, Harold , Norman, .. those are some lengthy lists to get through..

        Ye must’ve had right arms on ye like Arnold Schwarzenegger 😋

      • Not really CuntemAll haha.

        With some of them it wasn’t sexual because I was about 12. Staci Keenan was more wholesome girl next door back in about 1993.

        I might have been a late starter but it didn’t really turn sexual until I was about 13/14 and then it wasn’t like I went through a list.

        Whereas nowadays some of these kids have seen all sorts of dodgy stuff by the time they are 13.

    • I’d say Katy Perry, Christina Hendricks and Scarlett Johansson are probably the only ones now who are worth a Thomas the Tank.

  22. I have a teenage daughter and she represents none of that, maybe because she was home schooled.

    “They watch porn, play computer games, and live out boring lives through their phones.”

    But that was also my experience of suburban life in the 1990s, particularly as mobile phones began to gain popular appeal. All that has changed is the delivery method.

    “Their opinions are vetted and delivered to please some phantom apparatchik who may be listening in.”
    That is a description of the general public that goes all the way back to the first communities.

    Other than that. Carry on.

  23. At 15 I was an apprentice electrician, either up in the loft or under the floorboards rewiring House’s on 15p / hr.

    Used to come home looking like I’d been down the pit..

    Still, weekend was great nightclubs/ pubs/ lasses..

    Then 16, motorbikes.

    17, car. Better clubs/ lasses.

    Happy days…

  24. My kids are 23 and 11 despite my advanced years which saw me “teenaging” in the early 80s. They are completely outside the current brainwashing cult. They are thinking, functioning people who object to gimmigrants, leftists, compulsory arse banditry and trannies as much as I do. Even the little one can drive a manual and hammers an old van round the field. He’ll be driving us home from the boozer tonight in the greek mountains. They don’t fuss about such things around here, and they can deal with invading dinghies too.
    The oldest now runs the business and takes shit off nobody.
    It is possible have them not turn out as eternally offended poofters trying to figure out if their bollock hair matches their mascara colour. Just requires effort and a strength of character greater than that of those who would try to subvert them.

  25. Like most Cunters on here, I am of z certain age.
    70’s was my time, one track mind, birds, booze and clothes.
    You could leave a job and pick up a new one pretty damn quick, no fucking about with a lying CV, that seemed to be a late 80’/90’s thing, I think the rot set in then, I was a graphic artist and designer and being old school had to have drawing and conceptual skills and be able to bounce ideas around with colleagues, but with the introduction of the Apple Mac into the studio environment we started to get the more introverted and nerdy staff being employed who lacked any social skills or even humour, who just churned out mediocre work quickly and that just suited the bean counters.
    Fast forward 30 years and with the interweb and WFH, things have just gone from bad to worse with people interaction with each other.
    End of moan! 🙄

  26. Being a teenager in the 80s I would have to put a hards work in for a meaningful wank. Unlike today’s teens with instant porn.
    Back in the Wank bank some channel 4 European german movie.
    Hit the Ks catalogue underwear section. / swimwear. At a push find some slug eaten Tramp porn in hedge.
    That was till I found a stash of late 70s colour climax mags from Denmark.
    1 minute silence in memory of my poor sock. It suffered greatly…

    • For me it was the underwear section in Littlewoods catalogue and all my brother’s old copies of Loaded, FHM and Esquire that he left behind when he went to university.

      If my Mum and Dad were out on a date night then I’d flick on channel 4 and watch Eurotrash… that show was so lurid it was basically soft porn.

      • I used to keep certain pages of The Daily Sport hidden away when I was in my late teens. They were in a n A4 envelope, in a folder/wallet, in another folder, under some drawing pads at the bottom of a drawer.

    • I believe the correct terminology, according to VIZ is ‘Grumble mags’.

  27. I was hatched in 1960 and grew up when coppers were still feared and respected and so were your parents, especially me dad 5’8″ of mean, not scared of anyone would have walked towards a fight with Tyson but he never laid a hand on me the fear was enough. But the best time I had was when I met a load of squaddies and they being the piss taking bunch of northern and jock fuckers thought it would be amusing to have a civvy as squadron mascot, 40 year later we are still mates. Loads of booze and birds and a lot of hard graft did me a power of good, luckily my chavs are not modern in their outlook and despise all this nanny pamby woke shite.

    • Oops, looks like admin have my comment! I’ll change it to, ‘he looks like a proper God bothering cunt, Norm! Probably a n*nce.’

    • Apparently. Foggy, he was 6 foot 6 tall and a stand up comdeian.
      Also, he was a bit of a loony. Sort of reminds me of solo Ian Brown on stilts.

  29. I was a 70-80’s teenager and a proper cunt! So big a cunt I’m surprised I didn’t nominate myself! A loud mouthed, objectionable, argumentative sgit for brains who thought he was a right hard case despite never getting in any serious scraps. Raised by grandparents who fucking hated me, I never had smart clothes, or money. Bunked off school to work in the local market and had a paper round! As soon as the shop manageress had her back turned we’d steal jazz mags, cigarettes and anything we could sell! A real ‘rebel without a clue’ at school I was despised by teachers but for some reason the girls wanted a piece of me! No respect for anything or anyone! Chucked a brick through a neighbours greenhouse just for fun and put dog shit on door handles of the cunt across the street and made abusive phone calls to his wife and chucked used ‘jubbers’ on his windscreen! Drove cars illegally till I was 21. Pissed up and puking over cars and being hauled up in front of the magistrates and narrowly missed a spell in borstal for putting fireworks through the headmasters letterbox! Fast forward 45 years and look at me now! Would I go back and do it all again in this generation? Fuck NOOOOO!

  30. My kids are nothing like that. Maybe I’m lucky. Everyones kids are different, how they are brought up innit. Seems a generalization from someone who doesnt have kids.

    • My son is thankfully nothing like myself as a teen. He is polite, respectful and people genuinely like him. I didn’t want him to turn out to be a cunt like I was. Am I sorry for my actions back then? Absolutely!

    • You’re right,I don’t have kids.
      but I have eyes and ears.
      I don’t assume everyone’s kids are like it, but the data isn’t anecdotal. Modern teens are much more anxious, stressed out and depressed since the end of the noughties, and they’re not developing socially or as adults.

      It’s not the kids that I blame, it’s the society, hence the cunting of ‘being a teenager’ in the current era, not just teenagers.

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