Poppy

There was a time when nobody really cared if you wore a poppy or not, never mind what colour it was.

A time when, in the words of Ray Davies, “Girls will be boys and boys will be girls”, and it didn’t matter. Admittedly he thought it was a mixed up, muddled up, shook up world (except for Lola), but he wasn’t really judging.

An era where, offered a cheap flight to a country you’d otherwise never have visited, you’d jump at the chance rather than bemoaning the cost of specific items on your invoice.

A time where – and I use the phrase in the non-racial sense – everyone was less woke. Where the Mary Whitehouse attitude was an exception rather than the norm. Where people got on with their lives rather than getting involved in mass social media and Daily Mail inspired moral indignation and piousness.

Indeed, a more enlightened time.

Lest we forget.

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