Old people, slut-wear and spiders in the toilet....
I've noticed something lately: there are rather a lot of old people here in Oz -- I mean LOADS of them, and sometimes I feel like I've wandered into an episode of the Twilight (years?) Zone , where the protagonist wakes up one morning to discover the entire population has aged overnight. I can't remember seeing this many pensioners in Ireland, and if there are, well they must all be hiding away at home, or in mass or something. Or perhaps they're all at work -- can't afford to retire. And every time I take a trip to my local mall, I'm surrounded by octogenarian males shuffling around in tiny shorts and socks up to their knees, like grotesquely overgrown school boys. Their wives stagger along behind them as if to say 'You must go on without me...we can't both make it back alive.....' As a result of this, there seems to be rather a lot of adverts on the telly selling insurance for funeral costs or 'to take care of your loved ones...', an...