I’m aboard the P&O cruise ship Ventura. It’s got everything a man (or woman) could possibly need. Decadent, self indulgent and luxurious. Oh, it also has a lot of old people. Loads of them in fact. Masses of elderly, blue rinsed people. Herds of them, prides of them…I’m trying to think of an old people collective term.
What about a fracture?
A fracture of old folk.
Still I’m not complaining. I’m lovin’ it. An utter scandal really. But I’ve had a hard life and I deserve it.
Now leave me alone. I’ve another grape to force down my saintly gullet and another old person to elbow in the lunch line.