posted on Aug, 29 2016 @ 06:00 AM
Well, I don't see many oldies...the odd one or two.
It's got to the stage where I will do a double take if I see anyone over the age of, say, 75.
What's going on here? Because it's not as though they are in short supply, now is it?
I know they're out there. I know, for example, that the tenant in the next but one flat from me is a woman in her 80s. But I've been in this
flat five years now and I've never seen her. Not a fleeting glimpse. Never heard her either.
I know what you're thinking, but you're wrong. She is very much alive. How do I know? The man who checks all the boilers once a year in December
tells me, that's how. Because I ask. She's alive and well and thriving, but I've never seen hide nor hair of her.
Contrast that with the succession of jobless, drug-addled, halfwit punks who have passed through the next door flat, whom I've seen and heard more of
than a sane and civilised person could possibly want to in several lifetimes.
It never used to be like this. I lived my formative years in the 1960s and 70s, and elderly people were just as much in evidence as any other age
category. And yet there are more elderly people now than there were then.
But back then, Youth was not venerated and adored.
And the elderly were not afraid to show their faces.