Returning to the club scene which previously defined me, I’m confronted with the realisation that my “not too long ago” was a very long ago indeed. Has it evolved? Or have I simply moved on?
We might roll our eyes at Clive’s Titanic, but it’s actually a home run for my generation. We love nothing more than death, nostalgia and Leonardo DiCaprio. All aboard.
While we all regularly fall prey to nostalgia, I suggest we should steer clear. To prove it, I’ve uncovered a pile of grating poetry I wrote as a youth.
Joel Gunz’s music column Blood, Sweat & Vinyl examines the greatest hits album, My Isle of Golden Dreams, by Alfred Apaka.
Yesterday, treasured 1990’s icon, Agro smeared his legacy when he joined One Nation. While some people are angry, I say that it’s a perfect metaphor for the general insanity of 2017.
This country has gone through many changes, and seeing what we have now makes me long for what we’ve lost. So today, as a TBS Boomer, I look back.
The obsession over the future, and indeed the past tends to poison the present. Only those who are able to let go of both are truly free to live in contentment.
There’s a movie I watch on repeat, in good times and bad. But why do I keep returning to it? Well, science knows, because of course it does.
Many voted for Britain to leave the EU pining for the “good old days”, but those who see through such a nostalgic lens ought know it isn’t what it used to be.
The pointlessness of modern TV makes me yearn for a simpler time. One of brownie-truths and talking horses – Mike Welsh
After recently re-watching his favourite movie, and not enjoying it, Steven Barnes discovers that nostalgia isn’t what it used to be.
As the centennial celebrations approach, David Kent warns of a half-decade set to be filled with “legislated nostalgia” of the ANZAC legend.