The other half and I have been to Shropshire this week and visited some of the small towns – mostly pleasant and apparently sensible places, but having their fair share of middle aged to elderly, usually fat, middle class pretend hippie women, wearing yards of trailing tie dye, ankle bracelets, wooden jewellery and with masses of unkempt hair.
I have noticed these types down South in places like Totnes, Frome and of course Glastonbury. I suppose they move to these nice places because they have a few quid and not much to do, so gravitate towards so-called alternative lifestyles .
I did not think this phenomenon had spread further north. I suppose others might say, with some justification, that they aren’t doing any harm, although they do seem keen on demonstrating for such issues as open borders and climate change.
My annoyance is summed up by that stupid poem about “when I am older I shall wear purple” – no love, how about you start acting like a sensible person of your actual age, smarten yourself up a bit and pay attention to what is actually going on in the world.
It’s not like older women get a great press as it is, so stop letting the fucking side down.
Nominated by : Mary Hinge
