My generation is royally screwed then....

Imagine the scene in 2050:~ a cosy chair by the fire, comode on standby, knitting patterns and tabby cat to hand, a phalanx of old ladies with purple hair, smooth, unlined botox faces and conical tits still peeking perkily from their midriffs. A group of students and care workers comes in announcing they're going to give a performance of songs from our youth and launch into such well remembered gems from the Sex Pistols, Kiss, Status Quo and the Bay City Rollers.


Shoot me now.

LTS