It happened again .
Last night I got told off …and it took me right back to that time on The Chilterns ,when I was squeezing my size 8 frame ( plus rucksack) through a kissing gate ,when some silly old bag of a golfer told my friend and I to keep our voices down as she was concentrating on her swing …I wouldn’t mind but we were outside in the bloody countryside on a public footpath .Does she have a monopoly on the air we breath ?
Anyway rant over , back to last night .
During the interval whilst sitting in The Cadogan Hall having watched the most amazing ,uplifting,heartwarming,freedom fighting ( clips of Gay Pride marches in Russia and how the participants were brutally treated by the police… followed by footage /words of Martin Luther King, Emily Pankhurst, Nelson Mandela , Malala, Aung San Suu Kyi etc ) while listening to the most beautiful voices of The Pink Singers and The Mallorca Gay Men’s Chorus , concert ,the woman in front of me turned round and asked if I wouldn’t clap so loudly .
I think she’s a friend of Mrs Grumpy the Golfer