George Best and the fate of modern BritainAs almost every British person, football fan or not, will be aware, George Best, the Manchester United legend died today in hospital. He had suffered multiple organ failure, a consequence of decades of heavy drinking. Of course, given his high profile and the numerous scandals that have surrounded him down the years (cheating, divorce, alcoholism etc.), his predicament was naturally the subject of much media interest and speculation. Watching the front page of BBC news for the last day or so, one might be forgiven for thinking that the media trendies of Shepherd's Bush were trying to portray Best's final hours as some sort of tragic drama. I was hoping that our media classes would have grown tired of the urge to inflate the death of any person thought to be popular, innocent, a man (or woman) of the people, into a dreadful tragedy of such intensity that ordinary people, swept along by the atmosphere created by the media, will take to the streets with flowers and weep together in public. However, it seems that the hysteria of September 1997 still lingers in their collective memory and they couldn't resist attempting a spot of grief-mongering.
Born in 1946 in Belfast, George Best lived through the period of turmoil as Britain made the transition from a world power to a neutered vassal of the EU. Of course, it wasn't just the political structure of the country which changed during his time, the established social structure, the class system, the morals and mores changed too. As an aside, if you ever have the chance of listening to an upper-middle class man in, say, his 60's, compare his accent, with it's clear enunciation and surety of verbal touch to that of a young man of the same social class. You'll notice that the young man will often mumble his words and speak with much less of a tone of command than his father. The anti-establishment revolution has been of such power and scope, it has even corrupted and enervated the spoken word itself (it's now a rare pleasure to meet someone who pronounces their 't's.) Anyway, to return to the subject, this man lived through a period of great change in his country, and perhaps his story and the story of Britain since the war have a number of parallels.
Probably the two most interesting periods of his life from the perspective I describe above are the peak of his career in the 1960's and during the early 2000's when his alcoholism, marriage scandals and so on were all over the news. Back in the day, Best was a legendary player, both on and off the pitch. I recall watching a television programme where a teammate told how Best had 'had' 7 women in 24 hours, or something like that. As he said himself, "I spent 90% of my money on women, drink and fast cars. The rest I wasted." He lived a hedonistic lifestyle, and in that respect the only difference between him and present day Joe Bloggs is that Best indulged in his wild, self-destructive antics amidst a whirlwind of publicity and with a lot more money and style than the average man. But did the drinking, fast women and fast cars buy him happiness in the end? No. I think it's clear that, especially during his decline in the last few days, he himself realised that all the bravado about women and drink was really a sign that he was a man unhappy in his own skin. Moreover, he was deeply unhappy and caught in a vicious circle of despair, every latest press scandal causing a few days of introspection, then back to the boozing and shagging with renewed vigour, as if he thought that such activities would be a way out of the problem, in the short term at least.
His drinking and promiscuity, along with a vacuous and short-termist approach to life are now the norm for most of my contemporaries. I wonder if perhaps his predicament might cause a few enlightened individuals to stop and ponder whether we took a wrong turn in the 1960's when we adopted a more liberal approach to sex and drinking. Maybe when we reach his age and find ourselves still trapped in a teenage state of mind, perhaps rich in money, but without any close family bonds and feeling utterly spent and bereft of self-respect, maybe then we'll realise where we went wrong.
Modern British society is a bit like George Best. We're all stuck in a vicious circle of despair. Our tabloid press can't decide whether to be stern 1950's moralists (which they are fond of being, especially when a senior politcian is involved in a scandal) or to go with the flow and endorse the practice of libertinism as being the natural behaviour of enlightened individuals. But suppose a change of mind did occur. Suppose that real conservatives came to power and wanted to end the culture of nihilism and hedonism.
How to get out of this vicious circle?
How would it be possible to re-install, or re-instill those values which we have lost? Or perhaps the momentum of the cultural revolution still so great that any political efforts against it will be rendered futile and we will find ourselves destined for a similar fate to that of George Best.