The Speed of Light & Empty Crisp Packets

Happy New Year. Welcome back.

You don’t get much in a bag of crisps nowadays, do you? This is a 25g bag, freshly opened. I’m sure they used to be fuller and heavier. Missus.

When I was a ten-year-old, space travel was a believable dream for kids of my generation. We thought the speed of light was a barrier just like any other, there to be broken, not just in the realms of science fiction, but in reality. We thought Asimov and Clarke were documenting the future.

We are a generation betrayed. Our hopes were greater, our potential mightier than any generation before. What have we made, what have our parents made? A dystopian nightmare where the rich get tax breaks they won’t spend and the poor aren’t helped with money they need to spend.

So what has this got to do with a bag of crisps? Well, it’s about the crushing of hope on the back of a fraud that everyone sees and nobody opens their mouths about. I am hopeful. And I am going to start building on the hope by continuing to talk about the naked emperors and the empty bags of crisps.

Not that I should be eating crisps anyway…