I popped into my local yesterday as they had kindly taken in a parcel for me, an essential service for those that work away from home!
My timing was off and said local was having its annual children’s Christmas party, I take my hat off to them for doing this because, as explained by the landlady, they collect charitable contributions, tips and the like to fund the event. Having funded a party it is promptly attended by a good crowd of people that you never see in the pub, I mean the parents of course!
But to the matter in hand, this event is attended by a lot of mums, in many cases single mums. Don’t worry I have no intention of ranting on about single mums, this is an observation that could just as well be made of any Saturday night its just that I don’t do those nights and yesterday reminded me of the observation.
The majority of these women are bigger than me, they hold themselves aggressively, drink pints and congregate in what appears to be gangs. I would be far more intimidated to meet one of these crowds under a motorway bridge than the drunk and destitute that I meet in ‘mugger’s alley’ I. Tottenham! When did this happen? This transformation from svelte things of beauty to burly gangs?
Perhaps this explains the ‘single’ element of the equation, perhaps with children in tow some women then ‘evolve’ not to need partners and in turn ‘devolve’ to the male variant of our ancestral past to use an analogy from that classic historical review ‘The Flintsones’ Thelma devolves into Fred!
Not for one minute am I suggesting that girl needs boy but I am astounded that its so easy to turn off generations of looking your best and turn into Hulk Hogan. Anyway that’s the view from here as they say….