Sick of all this disappointment chap. Know what you mean, though. I was born in the second generation of boomers (the dissapointed generation according to some chroniclers who dress up ideology as historical commentary), just in time to see the death of hippie ideals and the counterculture go tits-up with its revolutionary aspirations.
Three-day week nonsense, then coming of age in winter of discontent, just in time for the right-wing jackbootery to kick-in and start redefining itself and its pernicious undermining of the human soul right up until today.
Gotta wait till I'm 66 till state pension kicks in, and because I'm self-employed, never had personal pension topped up by an employer. Bah, fiery humbugs. Still, I live in hope that upcoming generations will get it right. And that Forest will get a decent owner, philsophy and all that good stuff.