A cigarette on the beach became a joint, a mug of tea became a cheap cider, a kiss in the sunshine became..well you get it ...We have allowed this country to degenerate..RIP GUYS 1914-18 1939-45.. nobody left to save us
So true and don't forget Grandad sat on the beach sweltering in a suit, collar and tie, flat cap on and smoking St Bruno in his pipe. That''s if he was alive and not stuffed into a care home because his family are too busy to look after him like many today.
