In short, the archetypal Brexiteer.
Mind you, GC in his travelogue has shown us quite graphically just why Tenerife and Lanzarote are so favoured by that demographic, particularly the aged. The breakfast, seemingly of reasonable quality at EUR3, was absolutely enormous and would have lasted a trencherman a whole day of drinking pints of lager at EUR 1.50 a pop, a tariff that is incredibly cheap and one wonders just how they turn a profit.
However, there certainly was an air of desolation about the place as depicted by him and had very much the feel of a Blackpool precinct albeit one that was scrupulously clean and tidy whereas in the filthy English version the streets would have been litter strewn, very much down-at-heel, replete no doubt with puddles of vomit, cracked, broken windows, graffitied walls with peeling paint and urine drenched doorways, populated by shuffling ragbag geriatrics and feral, shaven-headed youths leading a bull terrier. COVID has laid waste to it but given the market at which it is aimed I should think a normal high season would be equally depressing with all those ghastly northerners and Essex dross wobbling around the place, disporting a sartorial inelegance that scarcely conceals acres of cellulite ridden flesh, competing with hordes of their kraut counterparts for territory where they can get pissed and gorge on fry-ups.
There's something quite depressing about northern accents as they affect their redundant jocularity and inane greetings articulated in cliché. Thank God they deserted Thailand in their droves years ago.