politics of the playarea and adults

[bilko2]

Just took the boys to the park and as usual my youngest belted across the grass towards the play area like a wippet after a rabbit.
I followed his trail of personal belongings to the swings and arrived to the "Dad look at me" chants of 50 or so kids. Not all mine i might add.

Coat and bags bundled under one arm i made my way to one of the benches for a while.
Dulwich park is quite big and because of the extortionate house prices in the area it's filled with middle to upper class people.

My eldest zoomed up to me on a hired bike and with a sideways glance said "why do all the people speak different here dad?" "Because they are posh" i said. And with that he rode off round the park.

Now established on the bench i focused one eye on the swings at Marcus and the other roaming to see jason on his bike.
Great, Time to roll a fag!, so i get out the backy and already spy a few off looks from parents. My middle finger finds it's way to my forehead to scratch an imaginary itch and even though i am a good 20 feet away from the nearest playground aperatus i decide to wait till later for a smoke.

Okay time for a look around then. Hmm, she's nice , a nanny maybe. Surveying the area it strikes me that a lot of the people here look the same. they all seem to shop for the same Tom Baker syle scarfs, all the men are wearing cordroi or tweed of somesort. All the women with covered legs in dark material and full lenght coats. All with the same delicately messed up hair. But there seems to be some sort of contest coing on.

The fathers are playing the "No Timothy don't do that " the loudest game whilst seeing who can be the most attentive to little Gemima on the seasaw.
the mothers are having a FAKE GRIN contest and how neatly can you fold Gemima's coat game.

But what's really funny is when i look at all the children. They don't care! Ther'e all playing happily together. None of them could give a Pokimon about their new pink coat or hat and gloves discarded all around the playground furniture.

To the untrained eye this melle of after lunch Sunday parenting may look quite sweet but i can't help feeling it's all a but fake! I'm not deliberately trying to be nasty, i guess i just know my place
Now where did i put my lighter.

[glocko]

Bilko,
I know exactly what you mean, my daughter goes to a private school, the parents come and pick their kids up fully Gucci'd up with makeover complete...even in the depths of winter. the air kisses abound and you can smell the falseness a mile away...no looking each other in the eyes, just eyeing up the quality of the outfit they are up against!!!
For a while in the past I was taxi driving and would turn up with my door signs on, or after decorating, with my painty gear on. I was looked upon as some sort of unwanted intruder!
A famous England footballer (he who can't rap and has a thing for the current Miss Jamaica!)used to pick up his kids from the school, the suckarsing was unbelievable from the E list wanabees.
I may ruffle some feathers of the monied brethren here but, come on be yourself, not what others may 'expect' of you!!!
All tongue in cheek and IMHO of course


>> Edited by glocko on Sunday 16th January 22:11