With the company of two young men, I am reminded daily that I am a dinosaur. Not intentionally, but it is obvious. I am not so old that I don't enjoy hearing Phyllis sing along in his bathroom to Dupa Lipa's Training Season. Whatever happens in the future, I will always associate the song with Phyllis.
My step sister, who I chatted to at the funeral yesterday, has brought up her twin granddaughters and at the age of 14, they love playing soccer.
Step Sister to them: Have you seen the film Bend it like Beckham?
Them: No Gran. What is Beckham?
Step Sister: The soccer player. David Beckham, of course.
Them: Never heard of him.
I would guess if further questioned, they would not know who the Spice Girls are either.
I feel sorry for the soccer younguns who never experienced the rise and never fallen Beckham.