And Then, I Look Back…

   We were out and about yesterday and our trip coincided with primary schools end of day wot resulted with very many young mums and dads waiting to collect their kids. We glanced about and not for the first time we noted the dazzling display of multicoloured hair styles and the stunning amount of brightly coloured illustrated skin and ring and stud puncturing there were on display. Almost all dressed in very tight jeans an’ such seemingly without any consideration as to the size of the body that was squeezed into ‘em.
   One has to wonder wot those kids will look like as they grow up and try to beat their parents looks...
   This, for reasons not yet fully understood, caused a clicking sensation in ma heed so upon arriving home, I searched the tap-top for the cause of the clicking. And that would be two historical photos of the town I remembered. And I found ‘em.
   The town in question would be an old north eastern seaside town that, back in the day, the main income was via the months from spring through to early autumn when, long before Benidorm was invented, it was a thriving summer break destination for northern working class families wanting a week or weekend in the sun, hopefully, by the sea with every other house being a small hotel or bed and breakfast to cater for and cash in on  the huge influx of folk.
   Look at the pictures and note how smartly those working class folk were turned out back then. Not a hoody to be seen. Old and young.

   

   Next time you’re out and about, look about and when home go compare wot you’ve seen with those old pictures and - if not already obvious - note the steep hill we be on wot’s getting rapidly ever steeper and much more slippery.

Quote; Demetri Martin.

“I think that when you get dressed in the morning, sometimes you're really making a decision about your behaviour for the day. Like if you put on flip-flops, you're saying: 'Hope I don't get chased today.' 'Be nice to people in sneakers.'“