Sometimes it's better not to see into the future

I hurried down the stairs at the gym and ran into – almost – what seemed half of London’s future female population. A very long line of very young girls,

society’ mothers of the 2030s, were filing into a grand auditorium.

They were young, very young, and that was the greatest surprise of seeing the orderly very long march-past at Tolworth Recreation Centre.

Scores and scores of them walked along orderly, happily, as if they were all friends together, with surprisingly for humans, not the least sign of competition or animosity.

They seemed dressed in identical swim suits and each fashioned with a same present-day swept-back hairstyle. And each looked surprisingly well, surely a sign of truly caring parents.

Was this a fashion show for post-toddlers, perhaps even the start of a strip show for junior primary pupils, I wondered, waiting for a break to get through the immense queue.

However, the column continued, on and on.

Plenty of time

The view and the delay offered plenty of time to dwell on where this army of very young ladies might be heading in life … and the unfairness of gender challenges that presumably they won’t know much about till they happen. Continues on the blogs for Sailing to Purgatory at

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