Sorry, but it is. I have just been to Sidmouth with my mother, to see my Aunt, and there are NUTTERS everywhere.
CLEARLY the elderly simply go there to die, and the deckchairs are probably full of corpses at the end of each sunlit day. I experienced a pre-death nutter yesterday, in a gawwjus lil' gift shop full of quaint loveliness named "All Things Bright And Beautiful".
I was talking about the Daily Mail to my Aunt, and it was just general chat UNTIL Nutter Number One grabbed my arm (yes, she actually touched me) and said "Oh they are far right, aren't they?" then went on this very disconcerting rant about political ignorance in the youth today, stated her awe at my future studying of Government & Politics at A-Level, assumed my Aunt was my mother and FINALLY let us, smirking and giggling, out of her vice. We escaped, just, with bruises on our arms and mouths aching from trying not to laugh.
It was BONKERS.
The rest of our trip was relatively un-fucking-weird, and I enjoyed the seaside overall. But... Sidmouth? WEIRD.
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