I was having lunch today when someone at the next table started using his mobile to ‘phone an Internet company. He was quite loud, so it was difficult to ignore what he was saying. (I am usually so engrossed in what I am reading that I usually find it quite easy to ignore noise around me.) He was booking some service and had to provide personal details. He was a student as he gave some student accommodation as his address. I wasn’t paying much attention until he came to the next part. ‘Date of birth? 1992.’ Oh dear. Perhaps I should invest in ear plugs.
Some readers won’ t understand the point of this post. Some readers of a certain age will know exactly what I am getting at. I became a professor several years before he was even born. This autumn we will be getting applications for university entry from people born in 1994…. Or, put another way, people who will have no recollection of John Major’s, let alone Margaret Thatcher’s, premiership. And how long before we have a generation that has no recollection of Tony Blair?