Friend commenting on a life trajectory that somehow just doesn’t move consistently upward.
Tried to find a related clip, instead came across review of a biography of Dusty Springfield, where the parental lives seem a sideways match:
Her father was ‘overweight, bespectacled and balding,’ a tax adviser who refused to sit the accountancy exams because ‘he really wanted to be a concert pianist’. He also never did any gardening, as ‘there could be snakes hiding in the undergrowth’. Meantime, Dusty’s mother was continuously drunk and sat all day in cinemas.