Read in the paper that it's officially accepted that the 50's was the best era to grow up in. Well I could have told them that. Despite no video games, no internet, no i-pods and hardly any telly the world was a great play ground with very little danger. All you needed was a yo-yo and a cowboy suit and happiness reigned.When I laughed I laughed just as loud as any kid today, no doubt. It may have been a more innocent ageback then, but when I look around at the world today I'd swop it to go back to those times.
However, what prompted me to put this observation down was the atrocities now taking place in Mumbai , (or as it was called in the 50's when I was there, Bombay,) are unfolding in the very hotel I stayed at circa 1956! My family were on holiday in India, making our way back to the UK from the Middle East. We were staying at the Taj Mahal hotel across from the Gateway To India Monument. I spent a very pleasant week there, without any danger of terrorists lurking about. Walking to the sea front through the Gateway to India is an experience I shall never forget. Mmmm... how times change, not necessarily for the better.