WOKE
Punch and I
have been performing on Swanage beach for a century. I don’t look old enough? So
kind. It’s amazing what a touch of lipstick can do – and years of covering
bruises with greasepaint!
What was I
saying? You’ll have to forgive me – memory’s not what it was. Oh yes – the Woke
Brigade. They’ve decided we’re too violent. Can you believe it? Compared with
the way those kids’ parents behave, a few head-bashes are mild.
Here we are,
two pensioners without an income, and they’ve stopped our winter fuel allowance.
They want rid of us.
That’s the way
to do it!
It is a month since I joined in Rochelle's Friday Fictioneers' party. I have had major surgery on a badly broken ankle, and my mind hasn't been in the right state for writing. But Sandra Crook's photo of Swanage Beach - I could hardly resist, could I? I spent a summer there 50 years ago, and have fond memories of my children digging on that very beach. There were even donkey rides in those days - something else that has gone, I suspect, with an increasingly obese population becoming too much for the poor beasts to carry.
This was us back in 1973!