Still more irritation

The morning continued with inspection of the junk email which had arrived overnight. One of the emails had a title about upcoming gigs at the about to be reopened Queen Elizabeth Hall, once a staid and respectable venue for classical music, mostly western classical music with the occasional foray into parts eastern - and now an accessible venue, trying to entice in anyone who happens to be passing.

The word 'gig' coming from the South Bank Centre was another morning irritation. Worse, I think, than the Microsoft irritation just posted. For me, there is nothing more irritating than older people trying to get into the lingo of the young. Trying to be relevant to the needs of today. Trying to reconnect to their lost youth. Far better to stick with one's own lingo, to be yourself rather than to try to be somebody else.

A disease which, in my closing days in the world of work, had made serious inroads into senior management teams in the civil service. A disease which had previously made serious inroads into the senior management teams of churches, particularly those belonging to that sad case, the Church of England. Think church in the round, Mexican waves, tambourines, drum beats and overhead projectors.

I wonder if the young find it as irritating as I do.

PS: I seem to recall that Mexican waves have also made it to senior management in what is still, just about, our national health service. Some news item about the whizzy, go-ahead centre trying to gee up the slack periphery.