I feel a bit short-changed. We all do, I suppose.
But I just can’t help feeling I’ve missed the most interesting eras – either by not being born or by being too young to remember.
The second half of the 1970s belonged to the punk rockers. And while I was born with a mohawk, I arrived a decade late to the party.
However, despite being just two when the 80s ended I still took part – even if it was just by wearing tiny pink shell suits and owning a My Little Pony.
What strikes me is that each of these periods – and numerous others from the yuppies with their massive mobile phones to the 60s and their free spirit – were shaped by what people did.
Whereas the current day is being defined by what people aren’t doing.
In a supposed ‘melting pot of cultures’ there is one which is head and shoulders above the rest...
It is the distinguished man opposite who is forever at fault.
Throwing insults and scoring points get all the airtime, while answers and solutions?
They are relegated to the back benches.
I can’t help but think politicians can only sleep at night by counting their blessing they aren’t bankers.
Because we all know they are the bad guys.
Then there is the fact we can grow organs and put people into space, but we can’t deal with downpours.
But don’t point your finger – or other hand gestures – at the Environment Agency.
Granted it is responsible ‘for delivering sustainable flood and coastal erosion risk management’ ... but you see the budget’s been cut and the water companies aren’t pulling their weight.
As we wait. In wellies... wondering when drains will drain again and we’ll be able to commute in cars not boats.
Ironically, it seems, the blame culture is to blame.