It brought to mind an occasion when I worked behind the bar of a country pub. It was a clear, warm day in early summer and two elderly couples were in, enjoying a ploughman's lunch. The sunlight was streaming through the leaded windows and I looked at them thinking what a rather idyllic way to spend your retirement - long country pub lunches with old friends.
Anyway I wasn't really listening to what they were saying until the following drifted over to me: 'Did you hear that dreadful little man Tutu on the radio this morning?' 'What an awful, jumped up fellow!' 'Absolutely!' 'We would have had him hanged in our day' 'And quite right too'.