And Then A Short Trip....

Another nice day so a drive to the seaside was in order. A slow drive to the coast as every caravan in the country was of the same opinion. Man, it was a slow, warm drive.

Once there, parking proved surprisingly plentiful and cheap. Okay, cheap compared to buying an acre of prime coastal land with planning permission for forty high-end apartments.

Other than that, it being warm an’ all, looking round, it was remarkably like being back stage at major circus preparing for a clowns gala. Man, there were some amazingly scary sights to be seen!

As mentioned before, warm equates to Brits abandoning all thoughts of cloths and being happy to shop, eat, drink and generally cavort in their briefest of under garments thus displaying amazing amounts of flesh most of which, with a cursory glance, seemed to be coloured-in with blue, green and red ink, all seemingly applied with anything from a tattooists implement through to a rusty garden fork. And wot wasn’t coloured in had pins an’ studs an’ rings in or through it.

And what happened to natural hair colour then? When did fluorescent greens, pinks and yellows take over? What’s that all about?

Another casual observation would seem to confirm that the most scantily clad, multi-fluorescent haired, with the most coloured-in, multi-pierced skin where young, short, ball-shaped, pushchair pushing young girls.

Am I just being an old fuddy-duddy? Not at all. Their bodies so, as far as I’m concerned, they can do with it what they want. My concern{?} is, as I’ve opined before, what will their kids do to rebel and be different from their parents? It seems to this old guy that the envelope has already been well and truly pushed. So what’s next? Now there’s a scary thought.

On the drive back, every farmer in the land seemed to be relocating their tractors and multiple trailers of silage.....

Quote; Ben Lindsey.

“Trouble is, kids feel they have to shock their elders and each generation grows up into something harder to shock.”

  Dave Barry.

“Your modern teenager is not about to listen to advice from an old person, defined as a person who remembers when there was no Velcro.”