No sex, please. We're young!

In ancient days, elders were seen as the wisest, the most knowledgeable, and they were chosen as the leaders and - believe it or not - they were actually listened to. Yes, if you happen to be of a certain age, you'll know that some facts from history do seem impossible to accept.

Yet when you think about it, what a crazy notion to imagine that elders, monopolised by the task of defying death, would have something - anything - to say that might amount to good sense.

Of course, if you are younger you'll know those, er, wonderful lectures about clothes then and now and music then and none now etc etc.

NO MORE GROPING

You'll know only too well, also, the taste for what was once termed music, music that they rate as sexy and very exciting - a waltz. To them it's more of a turn on than Adam's apple was to Eve.

I mean, a waltz! You'll know the rhythm, one-two-three, one-two-three. A tapping of the nose with the forefinger here. Say no more.

Here at the old folks' housing estate where the State has me shelved, we're pretty taken by the latest to come from the whipper-snappers down behind the silenced grandfather clock at Westminster.

Apparently - well, the Beeb reckons so - they're going to halt the happy old groping that we ancients saw as confirmation of our appreciation of the difference between the sexes.

In the old days, if we wanted one of the opposite gender to know we considered them attractive, we'd do more than announce it.

Nothing like a pat, a touch, even a gentle goosing, to confirm your feelings. The answer came with a blush and a coy line, and occasionally a no-can-do. Of course, even the gals not attracted were at least grateful for the proof of appreciation. Continues on the blogs for my travel story, Sailing to Purgatory, >>>>  here at SailingToPurgatory.com