I realize that I’m straying on to very dangerous territory here but British people are definitely getting – how can I put this? – less attractive. They’re certainly getting heavier, there’s little doubt about that. I’m not sure whether it’s a diminishing access to decent healthcare or beauty products are too pricey but the younger generation seems to be taking far less pride in its appearance. I know I’m an old fogey of 44 and I’m in grave danger of becoming one of those who sits around in his favorite armchair telling anyone who’ll listen about how things were much better ‘in my day’ but what the hell is going on? You’ve got these high-street fashion trends for distressed and disheveled clothing – a look which very few people carry off with any aplomb – and everyone seems content to let it all hang out. By letting it all hang out, I am of course referring to bulges of fat and flabby skin.
I sat in a trendy Sutton Coldfield pub with my brother at 8.00pm on a Friday evening. This would be the classic watering hole for the Friday club crowd before they headed off to the bright lights of Broad Street in the Birmingham city center. I sat there nursing my three quid bottle of designer lager and stared around me open-mouthed. Perhaps my hormones aren’t in the same state of frenzy as they were twenty-five years ago but I’ve still got an eye for a good-looking girl (please don’t let the wife read this) and girls did look great too. Nowadays the chunkier the thighs, the flabbier the arms and the fatter the arse, the more a person has to show it off. If the exposed area is tattooed and pierced then that’s better still! Don’t people look in full-length mirrors anymore? I sat in that pub and don’t think I’ve ever felt happier and more relieved that my courtship days are well and truly behind me.