I was a Prince Charlesy kind of person. Please take those nasty modern buildings away. High-tech medicine- pah! Hand me a dock-leaf.
And now I can't get to the future fast enough. Come on you guys, hurry up with the inventing. I want shininess, I want genetic engineering, I want hotels on Mars.
But it's not optimism. It's more like desperation. What I'm really hoping is that somwhere among all those new-fangled goodies- bring 'em on, bring 'em on- will be a cure for human stupidity.