I am writing a new blog about the business called
This Digital Space and I am going to put all my industry comments in there. My personal blog
"Jonathan Glazier" I will keep to my very personal opinions about the things and issues that interest me. I doubt if the will get very widely read! This blog is my most read, I also support a blog written by someone I know on my commute route to work, it's called
"worried about..." and sets out to chronicle the thoughts of people during the recession. It sounds a bit depressing, I guess some of it is, but it is meant to be a place people share there worries and realise they are not alone. Finally a blog I'll probably not update that often, but it may turn into a useful resource, its about
camping with kids. I'll try and get all the posts to all my blogs re posted here given they will reflect who I am completely.
The reason I titled this post Pass the Parcel was because it was Jessica and Lucy's 4th Birthday Party today and we played, Pass the Parcel. It got me thinking. I wrote a post on
my digital space about the apathy effecting young people, I am experiencing that directly at the moment with 3 work experience people in the office at the moment, they are all very bright and a very lovely group but..well read the original post
click here.
The reason that we have a totally apathetic generation on our heals? Pass the Parcel, I wrapped 22 small gifts in 22 sheets of paper, then in a carefully choreographed piece of deceit made sure every child "randomly" had a single turn of opening the parcel and there by ensuring, every one won a single gift. No one was left out, every one won once. This is the start of the rot, they don't concentrate there is no focus. There is no fighting or even cheating, hanging on too long or feigning a pass to fool the person on the pause button. No the only issue was boredom while children waited for the inevitable pause and reward as the music paused for their turn.
In my childhood parties, there were only 5 or 6 gifts, some layers were empty to fool the opener into thinking they were a winner only to find their one chance was wasted on mere sellotape stung fingers and empty wrapping from last Christmas. It was a game of winners and losers. If you got an empty layer the humiliation was public as all eyes were on you as the tears welled up at the lack of reward. The players concentrated, not wanting to miss their chance. Strategies were employed, I've already talked about the late dummy pass, this with the surreptitious feel of the layer to determine if it contained a reward, followed by the fast pass on should the music pause while the empty layer was in your possession. It all lead to the killer instinct of the future business men and women that would go on to run the country and change the world. Today, every one wins so no one cares, sit tight and you'll get your present you just have to be in the room. Like the A* grade, turn up for the exam and you will pass. It is our fault and we can change it, and you know we should because it will make the children of today happier, even if there are a few tears on the way.